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When I think about my life sometimes I can’t believe how fortunate I am.  I tend to explain it by saying I had a pretty miserable childhood followed by an even worse marriage so I deserve all the good that I have now.  Especially because i remain happy, generous, upbeat and grateful.  And this Preview of Epic Abstraction: Pollack to Herrera was just such a moment.

Alone with Mark Rothko. 

And I mean alone.  There was not another soul in the room.  Above see my panoramic view.  I have always been a fan of Pollack and am more intrigued by Rothko.  But this day, alone with his work was stirring.  I cant explain it.  Perhaps I felt that I really was with greatness? 

There was lots else to see.  I was at first drawn to this black room in the center of the gallery tho I wasn’t sure about the whole thing.  Then I met a man who drew me to look inside, and he said “for such a dark place it isn’t at all scary.” and he was right.

And as I read about it, I liked it more and more.  I even found myself feeling a bit jealous.  I could have done that, I could have thought of that and executed it.  And wouldn’t that have been wonderful.  It started me thinking that perhaps I do have some bit of creativity inside me.  I will run with that thought from the RV. 

I ran through another exhibit on the Mets Reimagining Modernism with a plan to read a bit and go back.  I’m not exactly sure what they are reimagining it from or too but I hope to find out. 

Then stayed on, with aching, aching, ACHING feet for a 3:45 tour.  These tours are docent choice.  They tend to pick three pieces that have some common theme and give about 30 minutes on them.  The woman today, whose name I wish I could remember was an excellent story teller.  

Now what could these 3 have in common.  They are all portraits.  The first a grave marker of a young girl, the second Rodin’s the Burghers of Calais, and the Marsden Hardley’s Portrait of a German Officer.  

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