While at the Whitney, we kept crossing paths with the young students. We needed a rest; there are benches with huge windows overlooking the Hudson, and there they were again, each one sketching. Me, too! The boy on the right was especially hard at work, lost in his drawing, & was reluctant to give up his drawing board and leave. I liked that.
We explored a new section of New York – the Lower East Side; Katz’s Deli on the corner (well, ok, but really? Sandwiches cost $27! There are lines for those sandwiches!). Favorite pleasure was the 14th/15th floors: lobby & rooftop bar, with nearly 360° views … looking down, looking across, you couldn’t go wrong.
But you know, I returned home, grateful to be home, with a gnawing unease about this American world of ours. The tenderness factor grows more & more elusive.
The snow spits and melts. It’s a weird weather winter. Everywhere, I guess. So we cope– having a bounty of places to draw and drink a fine cup of coffee in our locale.
I’m totally loving the two-thousand twenties for their roman numeral possibilities.
Sometimes, when you sits-n-draw, the only thing to draw is what you’re drawing! ¶ Sometimes no-sense makes all-the-sense.
I had to ask EWO where she’s been … I haven’t seen her for too long. I think she got a little lost for a little while … she is so like me … and besides all that, she forgot!
It’s nice to think back to a pleasant summer holiday – this one to Delaware and NYC by train.
Eyes Wide Open 