It Was a Chelsea Afternoon (In Manhattan, in January).
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.
It Was a Chelsea Afternoon (In Manhattan, in January).
Ah, Manhattan! Ah, Chelsea! This is a strange mix. A trash depot. A car repair body shop. A very prestigious art gallery. One next to the other. The only differentiating markings are the large glass doors with the gallery names written on the glass in large serif type. Perhaps a trendy logo here and there. Always looking very smug and pretentious. And that’s just the exterior look. Wait till you get inside. Strange, me writing this way. It is in here I want to get to with my art. Suddenly, just being in NYC is not enough. Exhibiting in a group show of some 20 people is no longer the ultimate goal. That we (Mary and I) have achieved. Unlike the sun, which is setting, the bar has just risen. I find myself feeling that sense of esoragoto “being one with your art and your subject” — the universe, really, again. Everywhere I look, inspiration. A photo-opp to the left and yet another to the right. What is it about this city that makes me just walk the streets with my camera and keep on shooting? There is something of interest to shoot with every step I take. Cursed or sacred, this is truly a special space.