A beautiful night in New York City. We meant to go to the Neue Galerie to see the work of Egon Schiele, but it was closed. So, serendipity! we went to the Metropolitan Museum which never disappoints. First bit of serendipity was to run into our old neighbors on the street. The young girl who was only two or three when they moved in next door, (I remember her precociously pointing to our outdoor plastic pool and saying, "pooooool," very loud and clear), now a young woman in her thirties, working as a lawyer. Her father, still dapper, and not having aged that much, is her boss. I hope he didn't think we aged that much. Hopefully my chi chi hat and fall jacket cloaked any changes within. Joe has a very distinguished cane with a silver panther for a handle. Of course back then, there was no need for a cane.
After exchanging pleasantries with our neighbors, who have moved on to living in Manhattan, while we have remained frozen in time, very happy right where we are, we preceded on to the museum, where we were both blown away by the rediscovered mural, "Welcome To America, by Thomas Hart Benton". I particularly loved the 1920's flapper, a Miss Reynolds, who was portrayed as holding on to a subway strap for dear life. My painting, "Full Moon, NYC" was no doubt influenced by that mural, as I remembered the wonderful things I saw as we came out of the museum to the sight of a very full, bright, November moon, and the hurry and scurry of dog walkers ( one of which may have been the ghost of Miss Reynolds) as we made our way back to our anchor, where once, those neighbors, now New Yorkers, used to live.
After exchanging pleasantries with our neighbors, who have moved on to living in Manhattan, while we have remained frozen in time, very happy right where we are, we preceded on to the museum, where we were both blown away by the rediscovered mural, "Welcome To America, by Thomas Hart Benton". I particularly loved the 1920's flapper, a Miss Reynolds, who was portrayed as holding on to a subway strap for dear life. My painting, "Full Moon, NYC" was no doubt influenced by that mural, as I remembered the wonderful things I saw as we came out of the museum to the sight of a very full, bright, November moon, and the hurry and scurry of dog walkers ( one of which may have been the ghost of Miss Reynolds) as we made our way back to our anchor, where once, those neighbors, now New Yorkers, used to live.
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