Here is a painting from a small series I did back in 2007. (It’s hard to believe that was a decade ago!) This is Amsterdam II, and it has been sold! Its new home will be in California, and I’m very excited for its new adventure.
Though I love having my art in my own home, it’s really meant to go out into the world and be enjoyed by others, so I’m super happy that someone loved it enough to buy it. And in this case, he gets the bonus of an original hand-crafted Mad Framer floating frame in the deal.
It’s almost impossible to fathom the number of people— of individuals, families— that fill the buildings of New York City. Five boroughs filled with I don’t know how many buildings; and many if not most of those buildings contain anywhere from six to twenty-six apartments or more.
Every window may represent a person. It boggles the mind. And when one thinks of such density, you realize how very harmonious cities can be, and often are. Millions of people, and most of us all getting on with our lives with very little conflict. Rush hours on the subway illustrate this daily; very genteel, all things considered.
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I wish to append this now, twelve hours later.
Very shortly after I posted this idyllic meander, I learned that there’d been a pipe bombing at Port Authority in Midtown Manhattan. It was trending (dreadful word) on twitter just before I left for the train to the ‘Hatters. That man made a liar of me, or tried to. Happily, New Yorkers know how to trudge on and deal with the train delays, and not allow such bullshit to fetter. That kid #failed, in more ways than one.
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Anyway I like the kaleidoscopic colors in the window panes. That was my initial idea or point of departure: the way window panes facing or nearby the harbor catch light at different times of day.
Here are some more images from the trip. Most of these are from the Saturday afternoon we were in Paris— my twelve miles of walking day. The sun came out in the afternoon and it felt like Spring, despite the chill on these black and whites.
By the time we exited La Perle (croques monsieurs and rosé) it was 55º F and a pretty magic afternoon of wandering. There are a slew of color images after the jump as well.