I am back from New York City, and busy in the studio trying to complete three canvases I have been working on since before Christmas. Tonight there is a possibility of freezing rain. Winter.
I am never happier than in my studio when the work is going well, no matter what the weather outside.
But as content as I am, I miss the snow and museums of last week’s visit to New York.
Even as I work at my easel, my thoughts continually return to those amazing winter scenes of Central Park. Perhaps because I grew up in New York, no matter how cold or uninviting it may seem to most tourists, I still gain new energy from it whatever the weather.
The last Friday of my visit I got up and out early so I could get to the Museum of Modern Art right as it opened. Usually that is not the smartest strategy, but I figured with the frigid temps (high of 22 degrees that day), the usual opening line would be diminished.
I was right. I walked right up to the ticket desk and passed information to check my coat. There was an amazing multi-screen installation in the upper lobby which I went in and out of all day.
Always one of my favorite museums, I have read recently that MOMA is getting ready to do a major renovation. I’m not sure how I feel about that. So much of the museum seems still familiar to me from my youth, even though I know they have changed things before now.
Still, walking through the galleries, I feel like I have come home.
I’ll never tire of the museum, no matter what they do to expand or rearrange it.
And even though some of the more contemporary exhibitions can be daunting, I still find favorites mixed in.
I am not as much into experimental or performance art. I still prefer paint on canvas or paper, or sculpture that seems to recall rather than confound.
But the whole package is sublime, and the images kept me warm all day whether inside…
…or back out into the winter fantasy of Central Park.
Sometimes a winter day is the perfect day to be in the city.
All photos by me of Central Park and MOMA.