I have been putting a lot of hours in at the studio over the past several months and loving every minute of it. What better way to spend this long, cold winter.
Fifth Avenue, next to Central Park, in New York City.
But at times the artist needs to go out in to the real world to find new inspiration and increase their artistic vocabulary. A good friend of mine, and wonderful painter, was having a show in New York City this week, and I decided it was the push I needed to go up north and revisit the area that had inspired me so much in the past. And a little snow never hurt anyone.
Entering Central Park early in the morning.
After one plane delay, and many icy encounters, I reached New York City. And it was magical in the snow. I started my visit by entering Central Park’s south edge early the next morning…
Entering the Mall area.
The avenue of old elms was closed to pedestrian traffic for fear of falling ice and branches.
Benches are waiting for spring.
And ended at the Metropolitan Museum of Art….
The lobby of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
which was bursting with forsythia. Spring must not be too far off.
I spent hours wandering through the maze of galleries…
visiting old favorites,
Degas and Ballet…classic beauty
and discovering new surprises.
In the Asia wing, these imposing statues…
face off with this contemporary brushwork.
It was as wonderful as I remembered.
A group of artists spend their morning sketching.
I only gave up when my legs couldn’t walk one more step, and stopped at the American Wing Cafe to take a break.
I think I’ll dream about forsythia tonight.
And remember enough images for a seasons worth of inspiration.
as always, your travels make me jealous!!!
What wonderful snow scenes