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.