Wednesday, August 31, 2016


(Part Three)
Two Spanish fellows became friends.  I shot their portrait with their camera for them and they shot mine with my camera.  But don't ask which floor because I was lost in whirlwind by the second hour.

1960 TO 1969
The Museum of Modern Art has reinstalled its fourth-floor collection galleries with works exclusively from the 1960s. Interweaving works from all of MoMA’s curatorial departments and the Museum Archives, this presentation focuses on a decade in which interdisciplinary artistic experimentation flourished, traditional mediums were transformed, and sociopolitical upheaval occurred across the globe. The galleries proceed chronologically, with work installed by year. This organizing principle steps back from the classification of galleries by art historical themes or “isms” and instead aims to provide a variety of fresh discoveries and unexpected connections. The product of a collaborative effort among curators from all departments, the presentation will undergo periodic re-installations, reflecting the depth and richness of the Museum’s collection and the view that there are countless ways to explore the history of modern art, architecture, design, and the moving image. This exhibition contains over 350 works. However, MOMA's collection holds over 7,000 objects from the 1960s that span a range of mediums and departments—many more than visitors will
encounter in the galleries. 
 The Beatles and The Stones
"Apollo Launch"
Florida 1977 by Gary Winogrand, a street photographer Bronx, New York, known for his portrayal of American life, and its social issues in the mid-20th century.
"Pray For America"
(forgot the artist)
 "The Story of Napalm"
Anti-war protests continued to build as the conflict wore on. In 1968 and 1969, there were hundreds of anti-war marches and gatherings throughout the country. On November 15, 1969, the largest anti-war protest in American history took place in Washington, D.C., as over 250,000 Americans gathered peacefully, calling for withdrawal of American troops from Vietnam. The anti-war movement, which was particularly strong on college campuses, divided Americans bitterly. For some young people, the war symbolized a form of unchecked authority they had come to resent. For other Americans, opposing the government was considered unpatriotic and treasonous.

Bruce Conner
 The artist’s first monographic museum exhibition in New York, the first large survey of his work in 16 years, and the first complete retrospective of his 50-year career...
  It brings together over 250 objects, from film and video to painting, assemblage, drawing, prints, photography, photograms, and performance.
It's a huge and complex show and fills the sixth floor--I simply had no way to see it all. 
I'll return when I can and see the films.

To the Sculpture Garden
The setting
He never stopped moving
Music filled the space
 Michael smiling
Pam recording on her i-phone
 Ron watching
Friend Laurie sketching
 A wonderful t-shirt
The sky above as we left
Obviously I missed a's the roster 

Sunday, August 28, 2016


(Part Two)
Thursday August 25th
"Perth Amboy"
Named after a town in New Jersey where an apparition of the Virgin Mary was said to have appeared on the window of a two-story house, Rachel Harrison’s room-sized work Perth Amboy exemplifies a cross-disciplinary approach to making art.
 The work comprises twenty one photographs, individual sculptural assemblages, and an open-ended labyrinth made from cardboard.
 It takes as its subject the basic acts of looking and seeing, which are central to any experience of visual art.
 I did not see the apparition, but
 ...that wasn't the point.

 Dadaglobe Reconstructed reunites over 100 works created for Dadaglobe, Tristan Tzara’s planned but unrealized magnum opus, originally slated for publication in 1921. An ambitious anthology that aimed to document Dada’s international activities, Dadaglobe was not merely a vehicle for existing works, but served as a catalyst for the production of new ones. Tzara invited some 50 artists from 10 countries to submit artworks in four categories: photographic self-portraits, photographs of artworks, original drawings, and layouts for book pages. The exhibition brings together these photographs, drawings, photomontages, and collages, along with a selection of related archival material, to reconstruct this volume. Though never published, due to financial and organizational difficulties, Tzara’s project addresses concerns about art’s reproducibility that continue to be relevant today. Needless to say I will return because I only scratched the surface of this massive show.

Invitations and Itineraries from 
Swiss artist Sophie Taeuber-Arp was a leading figure in Z├╝rich and Paris Dada. Taeuber-Arp pushed the limits of abstraction in paintings, sculpture, and textiles. She also danced and designed sets for Dada performances.

Traversing Floors
(To be Continued)


(Part One)
Thursday August 25th
Thanks to the Creative Center, the same organization that hosts my regular writing group, I had a free pass for five to the Museum of Modern Art at 11 West 53rd street.
Don Carlos, Our hard working Superintendent, loves his "tree" because it reminds him of his home in the Dominican Republic
Pam and Ron, good friends and neighbors for decades, met me
mid-afternoon on East 21st street
...then we took an uptown and crosstown bus to arrive at the museum by 4 o'clock
 ...where a third friend, Michael, met us (photo of him later at the concert). Laurie had phoned at the last minute to say she would meet us later. Once there we split up so each could wander wherever fancy led.
 I started in the Education building children's exhibit.  Video of kids marching in front of the museum with signs and playful constructions they had made
 Inflatable Mouse complete with human appendages
 A colorful kid construction piece
 Moving back to the museum proper, encountered a view looking down on the Sculpture Garden.
Now I don't recall which of the six floors I visited next.  I saw something from each one and spent a lot of time in some exhibits but two hours passes surprisingly swiftly.
So much to see:

(to be continued)

Monday, August 22, 2016


Ever since the fatal accident with my beloved old Canon--detailed at this blog post:
I've received two cameras from my dear writing group friend, Barbara
 The Pentax is complex and has a 150 page tiny print challenging manual which I have been unable so far to make much headway on
 Any way, I took it out and shot a few things at random just to be sure it works. The header is one of the shots. Really fine resolution on the two sky shots
 Digging on the corner of my block to prepare pipes for a new building soon to take over the sky over there
 Then I shot mint on my window sill turning the camera, but was unable to turn the photo in the camera before download as I had so easily done on my old Canon.
Another problem on the download surfaced.  The photos don't go into date files automatically as they had with my Canon, and some sort of computer code is going to be needed to remedy that.  Hopefully another friend will have an hour to help with that this week.  I have no idea how to set up functions on my computer and remain a complete novice in that way.

The Casio is missing a computer to camera cable and disk so i can't test it (friend still looking for those items)
Each camera and model has it's own specific attachments and of course they are not necessarily universal or interchangeable.  Both of the above have their own lithium rechargeable batteries and no others will do.  It's daunting.  While researching I got confused beyond confusion and started mixing them up like an old dog with new tricks

Next, a blogger named Laura who reads my blog and is a regular with Jude Hill emailed with an offer out of the blue: "...have a spare digital camera that I would be very glad to send to you. It is a Fujifilm FinePix J20. It has a USB cable."  The gesture alone sent me into spasms of surprise and gratitude but I've asked her to hold off till I get clear about the cameras I already have and she is simply a lovely person

Then the fabulous 'Queen of Color', Deb Lacativa made this offer via face book messaging:  "I have a spare...A Canon A650. It was given to me when my A95 got sick. It's a bit heavy (uses batteries) long battery life if you are flash happy indoors. Amazing pictures all around and Canon operations are all pretty much alike. Its yours if you want it."

Confused and Grateful
(One more gorgeous memory from my old Canon)
 Decision Update
I will definitely be receiving the Canon from Deb soon and we shall see if it does the trick.

Friday, August 19, 2016


August 12th
Clouds threatened rain when I returned.

I watered the garden at dusk anyway because it had been neglected for three days, and continued with that pleasant routine early evenings as the sun moved off.
I was still using the wounded camera holding the lens in place, hence the shadow of a finger in all the shots I wasn't able to crop.

Beastly hot and damp days.  Inside it was blessedly cool with the air conditioner at 79 degrees, and sometimes just the fan was enough.

Daily, I rose before sunup and fed the birds for the pleasure of watching them. Did a little bit of art play with water color pencils.
Days later I continued playing, and wish I hadn't
Also tried a flower wrap on breeze-cloth
Impatient, I undid it only a few days later
But, when soaked there was little color left.  Days melted into just being, and being without computer was a gift. Nights there was some entertaining TV from the BBC I don't get in New York.

Saturday morning I found a dead bird under the feeder, and there was a mourning dove inspecting it for food.  Maybe I should have left it and walked away, but...

I brought it inside and washed it free of mites.

What a beautiful wing.


I read books about Julius Eastman (Link) with an essay by R. Nemo Hill, a book about Bill Rice (Link) whose Garden theater I attended several times in the East Village.  I read the Hanuman chapter of "Bali", and perused sections of "Alchemy" by Johanne Fabricius

Finished "The Book Shop" by Penelope Fitzgerald whom I'd never heard of (Link), and she's wonderful.  I listened to Cuban music and to Judy Henski's album "Big Judy" (Link), plus several more discs.

 Here's a choice taste of Judy Henski

After supper I went outside to listen.  August is the desperate month when crickets, cicadas and katydids must mate and die in order to provide a future for their kind.

Still blooming,
the garden is also chock full of seeds to save.

Tuesday the 16th--Time to leave.
So it was I left notes and food, locked up,
bid farewell to the watchman...

and boarded the 3:07 back to muggy Manhattan.