Questions were being asked on April 3, 1947…
Deja vu
May 19th, 2018
Tag: midtown
Panorama
inception @dusk_from_the_Hell’s_Kitchen_Towers
May 14th, 2018
Love in Grand Central Terminal
Wears red
May 16th, 2018
9/11
Eighteen years ago today
Manhattan looking south, with a view to the Freedom Tower
September 11th, 2019
The City Loves Colour
as long as it includes generous splashes of pink
The day was sunny but chilly – as in a jacket-and-beanie chilly.
But the young and brave ones didn’t seem to mind.
April 21st, 2018
Spring time || Dancing || Any time
@ TimesSquare
If ever one needed a good excuse to dance…
April 21st, 2018
It’s always good to leave for a while
So you can come back to these views ↓ ↓
April 18th, 2018
Paths crossing
@MoMA
Umberto Boccioni
Unique Forms of Continuity in Space, 1913
(cast 1931 or 1934)
(you can’t get a more fitting title than that)
March 25th, 2018
Being: Tarsila & Henri & Joanna & Sofia
Getting acquainted with the work of Tarsila do Amaral, whose art is as stunning as the artist herself; capturing the minimal geometry of New York’s temple of modern art; feeling the urge to stop by ”The Piano Lesson”, one of Matisse’s most interesting compositions (a few more times and I might even begin to like it); leaping from modern art to ”New Photography” and its 2018 edition examining how photography can capture ”what it means to be human”.
Tarsila do Amaral, Estudo (Academia no. 2), 1923, oil on canvas
Tarsila do Amaral, A Gare, 1925, oil on canvas
Tarsila do Amaral, O touro, 1928, oil on canvas
Tarsila do Amaral, O sono, c. 1928, oil on canvas
Tarsila do Amaral, Urutu, 1928, oil on canvas
Tarsila do Amaral, Operários, 1933, oil on canvas
Henri Matisse, The Piano Lesson, 1916, oil on canvas
Joanna Piotrowska, XXIII Frowst, 2013-2014, silver gelatin hand print
Sofia Borges. Theatre, or Cave, 2014. UV-printed wallpaper, printed 2018
Sofia Borges, Yellow Chalk, 2017, pigmented inkjet print
MoMA, March 25th, 2018
It’s kinda lonely at the top
I’m not talking about me, oh no, even though with this view I often feel like a princess in her tower. It’s that rooftop looking down between the buildings that looks like a public parking but is usually empty, save for a car or two. It’s not often one can find an empty spot of this size in the heart of Manhattan, where every available inch is too valuable to be left unused.
20180320 – 6:55 AM
The Humble Fabulist 