Monday, September 25, 2017

coming home from somewhere at 8:05 pm

 i can't remember what we're coming back from here. we're walking along the east side of greenwich, just north of perry . . 

 chanda's bag is small and doesn't have much in it at all . . 

greg doesn't even seem to have a backpack . . did we have dinner at sushi on hudson? otto's tacos?

Sunday, September 24, 2017

an autumn heat wave

it's been so hot. it's such a funny way for autumn to begin. even greg, who usually never minds the heat, has been complaining. the only saving grace is that the humidity is low. 

we've had a lethargic sunday. quiet. droopy. it went up to 94 degrees today . . 94 fahrenheit . . 34 celsius.

our sunday poem celebrating autumn was a bit odd . . i just didn't have the heart to read a traditional one. it just wasn't fitting. the poem that follows is from the library of congress' poetry email list that i subscribe to (poetry 180):

the bat

by day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
he likes the attic of an aging house.

his fingers make a hat about his head.
his pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.

 he loops in crazy figures half the night
among the trees that face the corner light.

but when he brushes up against a screen,
we are afraid of what our eyes have seen:

for something is amiss or out of place
when mice with wings can wear a human face.

by theodore roethke

with sami on the narrowboat

 morgana has been enjoying showing sami around london, and showing her what life is like on the narrowboat. (they did not take showers as it uses up too much water. they waited to get to their airbnb, which they just moved to.)

 she said they enjoyed a delicious breakfast this morning, while listening to the geese, loons and ducks splashing about and making quite a loud ruckus.

reeds along the path . . 

sunset on the canal . .

Thursday, September 21, 2017

happy new year . . !

 we were invited to brian's family's rosh hashanah celebration where we dipped apple slices in honey in hope of a sweet year ahead. it was quite a feast with turkey, a brisket, potato cakes and cinnamon carrots. the desserts were amazing, also, with two different chocolate cakes, italian cookies and chocolate halvah.

 heading home on the george washington bridge . . 

admiring the night blooming moonflowers . . (well i was! even if they weren't!)

summer met visit


until january 15th, there is a special rodin exhibition . . 

 pygmalion and galatea, modeled 1889, carved 1908-9, marble.

rodin has pygmalion resemble himself, stocky and bearded.

an edward steichen photograph of auguste rodin. rodin's monument to victor hugo is lit behind his profile. the photographer visited the artist in his studio for several weeks in 1901, during which this composition was made. rodin thought steichen was the greatest photographer of his time and that his photographs showed the true soul in rodin's sculpture's, helping the american people to understand the passion and strength of his work.

a woman admiring jules bastien-lepage's joan of arc (1879), one of our favorite paintings in the museum. bastien-lepage befriended rodin when the sculptor was starting out in the 1880's, and rodin designed the painter's memorial after he died at age 36 of cancer, depicting him with his paintbrush and palette (which you can see here).

there was a special exhibit of native american art from the collection of eugene and clare thaw from the fenimore art museum in cooperstown, new york. this basket was woven by scees bryant possock, from the washoe nation, lake tahoe, nevada, 1904. the materials used were willow, western redbud and bracken fern root. the thaws began collecting indigenous american art in santa fe in 1987, choosing to approach the artifacts (they used the term material culture) as fine art with the same standards they used for their other collections.

sketching in the asian wing . . 

 this is one of two six panel folding screens, ink, color, and gold on paper, titled flowers and birds of the four seasons.

 it was made by kano sanboku, late 17th century (edo period, 1615-1868). this kingfisher is from the screen which depicts autumn and winter. the plain style of the screens, with very little color, reflects the style of kano sansetsu (1590-1651), a master of the kano school's kyoto branch, who was one of sanboku's teachers.




also from the edo period: a hanging scroll, ink and color on paper, done by the artist meiso, who they think was a japanese monk. in east asian art, a tiger depicted in a bamboo grove symbolizes a peaceful and harmonious society, with strong leadership and a just government.


having tea on the balcony before heading home . .

adding to the museum sketch in the book which i finished just before our trip to cape cod. actually, it still needs two stiff pages to keep it from bending, along with a clasp.

breakfast at cafe sabarsky


 kaffe melange and kaffe kaiser . . 


scrambled eggs with bacon and brioche, and buttered eggs with brioche.

school children outside of the met museum . .

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

at the joyce

in the springtime i received an email from the joyce theatre that twyla tharp and company would be appearing september 19 to october 8th. i immediately went online and was shocked to see that there were still twenty dollar seats available. i immediately bought two tickets and chanda and i attended the concert this evening. four pieces were performed: the raggedy dances, the fugue, entr'acte, and dylan love songs. i loved them all (chanda didn't like the first one) and the dancers were amazing. there was also a "curtain chat" afterwards, when ms tharp took questions from the audience. she was incredibly energetic and articulate and had a brisk answer to all the questions. audience members had specific thoughts about her early dances, such as would she bring back certain ones, and shared observations to a prior performance in harlem about a year ago. she has a lot of followers! i was impressed by her personality and intelligence and energy. she shared that she's ready for "barre" by 6:30 every morning and that she doesn't really have any specific inspiration except to get into the studio and "work!" but that she does like to read a lot.

Monday, September 18, 2017

at the film forum

i bought two tickets about a month ago to see the movie crossing delancey at the film forum on houston street. chanda went with me this evening and she was surprised at the long line waiting to get in. i wasn't. the actors amy irving and peter riegert were scheduled to be there for a talk after the show and i knew it would be popular. we bought our popcorn before the line moved in and then ate almost half of it while waiting impatiently. once in the theatre, we looked around anxiously for two seats together, but it was already full. thankfully, a nice man called out that the row he was in could move down so we could have two seats together. we ended up sitting immediately behind the director on the aisle. chanda was impressed that the director was a woman, joan micklin silver. 

i think i enjoyed chanda's smiles and laughter during the movie more than seeing the movie again. it was incredibly fun to see the city in 1987, when it was filmed, along with the people who gave it it's character. most of the audience felt that that aspect hasn't changed: the city is still made up of so many eccentric people who consider themselves extremely normal. i find this reassuring even though i know my neighborhood has traveled in a more corporate direction that does not reflect the diverse arts community that i cherish. 

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greg and i were in connecticut for saturday and sunday to see my mom and to visit with my sister and brother-in-law for a little bit. my mom had a bout of "gouty arthritis" in her wrist and we spent saturday in two different clinics trying to get it diagnosed. her wrist is better now after taking some medicine to help with the swelling, but my mom had trouble moving her legs and i couldn't help her in and out of chairs and the bed as easily as i used to. this was very frustrating for me, as i like being able to move her about. my sister has had the same experience, and had to eat lunch with her several times in the car as she couldn't move her in and out of it without help from the the aides at the assisted living apartments (she had taken her to a doctor's appointment and was hoping to have lunch at a restaurant in between the appointment and taking her back home).