Brancusi (2003)
Brancusi (2003)
One of my mother’s favorite sculptors is Constantin Brancusi, a good friend of Impressionist painter Modigliani.
My first exposure to Brancusi was in Paris in 1995, where the George Pompidou center had an entire floor dedicated to an exhibit of his work.
When in the Met in New York, I came across this sculpture and his most famous, “Bird,” shown towards the bottom of this page.
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John Walker
While I was working at a lighting design firm in Manhattan, one of our clients had a gallery on the Upper East Side, and every time he had a new show, we would go to light the exhibit.
Once we were called in to light the work of an English abstractionist John Walker. He came in to see how his paintings looked, and stayed to chat a bit.
A few weeks later, I took a bus to DC to visit my Cincinnati roommate, who was co-oping there. We headed over to the Philips Collection to see the Modigliani exhibit there, and John Walker had a number of pieces in the permanent collection. Here’s an example of one
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Luke in DUMBO
Mr. Field looks across the water at Manhattan from DUMBO (Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass) in Brooklyn.
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Local Amongst the Yokels
I’ve often said that what separates New Yorkers from the tourists is their alarming ability to remain unimpressed by absolutely everything. In the midst of all the amazing goings-on of The City, they dismiss everything as old-hat.
Here, surrounded by tourists snapping pictures and gabbing incessantly, a local finds solace against a flag pole. I can only imagine that in his mind, he’s secretly cursing Christo and Jeanne-Claude for bringing such a swarm of shutterbugs to interrupt him on his Saturday morning stroll.
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Security
The ever-vigilant NYPD makes sure the tourists don’t get out of hand.
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The Gates
In February of 2005, when New York City was plagued by bitter cold, dull, dreary weather, and leaden skies, something incredible happened.
Central Park, full of dead-looking brown trees, burst into life in waves of bright construction-site orange as one of the largest installation art pieces hit the city.
The Gates, brainchild of Christo and Jeanne-Claude, drew as much criticism as it did acclamation. A slight wind ruffled the curtains of The Gates and parted the clouds just enough for some welcome sunshine and brilliant blue skies to burst through.
I headed out with my roommates and my camera to shoot the tourists as much as the exhibition. I was puzzled to find this baby carriage left abandoned, with a skateboard neatly tucked in under a blanket.
