Adi arrived on Staten Island Tuesday afternoon, Colman and I were still in our usual schedule for most of the rest of the week. Colman went to his monthly Orchid meeting Tuesday night and I headed into the city to prepare for and attend my classes on Wednesday. On the way to New York Central I usually stop by the Windows on Broadway to see a new installation. This time the windows were filled with what I thought at first were knit and crocheted versions of cactus. As I looked at the sculptures more I realized that they were parts and inhabitants of a coral reef. You can find out more about the exhibition by clicking this link. http://www.nyu.edu/pages/galleries/bw/index.html


Our friend Al joined Adi as a house guest Thursday. Friday they went into the city with Colman to spend the day at the Met. I had to work in the studio to make another ten padded silk pyramids. I was finished by 2 in the afternoon and made plans to join them in the city, by that time Anja had made reservations at a restaurant in the Lower East Side and arranged for Austin, Taybin and Cat to join us.

I walked across town from broadway and met a friend, Mike, who invited me up to her loft on the Bowery to see a machine she wanted to give me. After a pleasant visit I headed toward the restaurant, the sun was low in the western sky and was lighting the metal decoration on the Empire State building. I hadn’t been this far down and east for a long time, the view of the skyline was different from what I usually see. Seeing at these pictures taken on the Bowery, looking north, we see several landmarks while the camera lens shrinks distances.
The greenish tower left of the Empire State Building is a residential Tower recently built on what was a parking lot at Astor Place on 9th Street. The orangy buildings with pyramids on top of them are the Zeckendorf towers that are east of Union Square on 14th Street. The gold capped spire right behind them is the Met Life Tower by Madison Park at 24th Street and the Empire State Building is on 34th street.

Here’s a telephoto view, this digital camera is a miracle of technology.

A little north of Prince Street I turned east on Stanton Street heading for the restaurant. The moon had risen in the lingering sunset, pale and luminous in the sky.

As we were leaving the restaurant I tried for a few photos, without the flash I got this impressionistic shot of Anja and Austin as he was leaving, Colman is just entering the frame on the right.

Taybin and Cat, I don’t like to use the flash but this turned out okay.

Adi in a flash.

Al and Adi went to hear some music with the kids, Colman and I walked back toward Broadway to catch a train to South Ferry. It’s remarkable how much the neighborhood has changed since were living there. These hats, in a shop window, mystify me from design and cultural points of view. I wonder what they cost.

Saturday was beautiful, Al and Adi wanted to go to Chelsea to look at art. We saw a lot of bad or insignificant painting in wonderful spaces, it was making me angry because I know there is better work out there and it all seems to be a game that lesser artists and illustrators play very well leaving better, less represented artists behind. I’ m astounded that small canvasses which amount to little more than design exercises, though interestingly colored, by a relatively unknown painter can sell for $30,000 each. A gallery had about 40 of these paintings on paper, a few on canvas, in two beautifully lit rooms; all but about 5 were either sold or reserved.
One gallery was strung up with hundreds of blond wood frames, in each frame a sketch or abstract doodle in pencil, sometimes incorporating white out(?) or splotchy ink, not one of them interesting from either a drawing or textural point of view. The paper, plain or lined, or yellow, ripped off of a tablet you might buy in an office supply store. Some of it in a condition that would say to a casual observer that it had been retrieved and un-crumpled from a trash basket. Is our culture supposed to treasure this flotsam?
In another gallery we found a chandelier sculpture by a Chinese artist; a grand undertaking to construct. It was challenging to photograph ( there’s composite below) but I can’t see this in anyone’s living room, are artists making things solely for museums to collect? Does anyone else have space and the maintenance crew necessary to accommodate this kind of sculpture?


I was about to give up hope when I saw an orange painting at the end of a narrow hallway entrance across the street. Even from a distance of 30 yards or so, I could tell that this was a real work. We went in and finally there was painting. These are by Tony Magar, I think they are really good. Seeing these refreshed me and let me breathe again. There is color, there is spontaneity, there is life. These are canvasses one can live with and treasure. You can find out more about the exhibition at Mike Weiss Gallery by clicking this link.http://www.mikeweissgallery.com/html/exhibitions.asp


It was getting late in the afternoon, our feet were tired and we were getting hungry. We ate at Pepe Giallo on 10th avenue not far from the Mike Weiss Gallery. I had a great risotto with crabmeat, cocoanut milk and asparagus. Al ordered a mixed antipasto plate and we ordered a bottle of wine. The antipasto plate had a wonderfully fragrant prosciutto along with a couple cheeses and mache.
Overhead, the lights were shaded with brown paper bags.

