We were in New York City last week. It was its usual 24hour self, and we stayed in midtown which feels very significant, somehow, like the centre of something. I still love it – I used to spend every possible moment there when I was working in O’Plenty Animation some years ago, but it is easy when away from it to edit out the heat and noise – the sheer wall of noise that it is, it’s like a physical thing.
I got around. To the High Line, to the Guggenheim, to the Neue Galerie [Klimt! Now I’ve seen you in the flesh, so to speak, I appreciate you so much more! That layered gold in his paintings just doesn’t work in reproduction. I mean this one, in particular: Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer. It’s so, so lustrous when it’s in front of you.]
To the Eyebeam, to many restaurants, to the Amish market, to Broadway to see Other Desert Cities [Stockard Channing! Flipping brilliant.] and downtown to Spring St.
Great, great place.
Now I am back in my shed, and I feel a project coming on. I need to nail down a workable style so I can get rid of these stories tugging on my psyche, like monkeys on my back but less damaging to my health. Presumably.
This is good. I like this bit.