Wednesday, 6 July 2011
New York; The Met and the East End.
Wow..I had forgotten how amazing New York is, how much traffic there is and how many people there are. But it has a happy buzz to it, an array of people from diverse backgrounds and no matter how busy people are a smile and a hello. The accent is becoming very useful, traveling alone I am never lonely, once I had opened my mouth there was always a ...where you from..you aint from around here..and conversation was flowing. Even when doing some laundry or standing waiting for the train, and you don't feel at your best to make conversation. Although the laundry is always a neat place to meet people. You can tell a lot about a person by how they wash...do they shove it all in, colours, whites and black, do they sort, hand wash, fold when its dry to lessen ironing or push it with force back into the plastic bag they dragged it down in so it is all nice an crumply!!!
I was little unwell (very unwell in NYC with a sore throat so laid low a couple of days) in NYC so was frustrated not to achieve more. But I met yet another amazing individual, Theresa Bryne. Theresa is a visual and performance artist who does amaing installation and visual art work, she writes and makes film of her work. Theresa has a great little studio in the east end which was quaint and very earthy. I met Theresa as she was wheeling down the street carrying a hunk of wood that she thought would clean up nicely to work with. Her studio is filled with her remarkable work, her books and DVDs. We chatted all afternoon and then she showed me to the bus. It was hot, hot, hot but again I learned something new and made contact with someone I respect and admire. Check her out at....
The next day I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art all day. From when it opened until it shut. The Steve McQueen exhibition was amazing. It was something else to see not one but a room full of Monet, Renior, Van Gough, Cezzame, painting after painting. I felt it helped me to appreciate the techniques that these great painters contribute. To see a number of paintings by Van Gough helps you to see how he built up paint in order to create movement, seeing them in person and being able to walk right up to them is so different to seeing pictures in books and magazines. There is no comparision. Even if you are not into art, go to an art gallery whenever you can.
The next day was to be the Guggenheim but I am feeling
I was little unwell (very unwell in NYC with a sore throat so laid low a couple of days) in NYC so was frustrated not to achieve more. But I met yet another amazing individual, Theresa Bryne. Theresa is a visual and performance artist who does amaing installation and visual art work, she writes and makes film of her work. Theresa has a great little studio in the east end which was quaint and very earthy. I met Theresa as she was wheeling down the street carrying a hunk of wood that she thought would clean up nicely to work with. Her studio is filled with her remarkable work, her books and DVDs. We chatted all afternoon and then she showed me to the bus. It was hot, hot, hot but again I learned something new and made contact with someone I respect and admire. Check her out at....
The next day I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art all day. From when it opened until it shut. The Steve McQueen exhibition was amazing. It was something else to see not one but a room full of Monet, Renior, Van Gough, Cezzame, painting after painting. I felt it helped me to appreciate the techniques that these great painters contribute. To see a number of paintings by Van Gough helps you to see how he built up paint in order to create movement, seeing them in person and being able to walk right up to them is so different to seeing pictures in books and magazines. There is no comparision. Even if you are not into art, go to an art gallery whenever you can.
The next day was to be the Guggenheim but I am feeling
Remember to smell the Roses
Well study has finally ended and have to say I am sad. Dinner at the Harvard Club on Thursday night was a long walk through the hallowed grounds. I was awestruck, amazing gardens and architecture...you can feel the brains in all the libraries whirling. Dinner was oh so very polite...and I walked back to Harvard Square to catch a cab and stopped at the main library for a look. Like nothing you can imagine...
Tonight I had the honor of a wonderful dinner with a new friend Heather. When I arrived she gave me a gorgeous small painting of a red poppy. It is truly a treasure..but check out her website...her paintings are exquisite. We ate great vegetarian food and a little restaurant in Cambridge, the food was great some of the best vegetarian food ever. We chatted about art and the challenge of marketing work and Heathers up and coming exhibition. We clicked immediately and will keep in touch.
On Saturday morning I met Sebouh, a young photographer also from Boston. Sebouh takes amazing photos but is struggling to get people to assist him to really explore what he wants to do. After having a stroke in his early 20's Sebouh is finding that career counselling is centered around him being a disability advocate which does not match his aspirations. This is a real barrier to Sebouh building a life he is satisfied with. His photos demonstrate a real ability for someone who has almost constant double vision...I have some photos in my suitcase to bring home...
Sunday I answer emails, write some notes and take stroll around the Freedom Trail in Boston. Got lost on the train...its okay you just get off and go back to where you a started and try again. Boston is a pretty city on the water...shame I have no photos they are on my iphone that got lost.... more about that later.
Tonight I had the honor of a wonderful dinner with a new friend Heather. When I arrived she gave me a gorgeous small painting of a red poppy. It is truly a treasure..but check out her website...her paintings are exquisite. We ate great vegetarian food and a little restaurant in Cambridge, the food was great some of the best vegetarian food ever. We chatted about art and the challenge of marketing work and Heathers up and coming exhibition. We clicked immediately and will keep in touch.
On Saturday morning I met Sebouh, a young photographer also from Boston. Sebouh takes amazing photos but is struggling to get people to assist him to really explore what he wants to do. After having a stroke in his early 20's Sebouh is finding that career counselling is centered around him being a disability advocate which does not match his aspirations. This is a real barrier to Sebouh building a life he is satisfied with. His photos demonstrate a real ability for someone who has almost constant double vision...I have some photos in my suitcase to bring home...
Sunday I answer emails, write some notes and take stroll around the Freedom Trail in Boston. Got lost on the train...its okay you just get off and go back to where you a started and try again. Boston is a pretty city on the water...shame I have no photos they are on my iphone that got lost.... more about that later.
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