This morning after two cups of tea, breakfast, and an Extra Strength Tylenol, I was able to take on "The New Season: Art" section of last Sunday's New York Times (felt very wrung out from an allergy shot yesterday).
I leafed through it to check out what Claudia and I might want to see when we go to New York City in ten days.
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A pal had alerted me that there's a big textile show opening at the Metropolitan Museum of Art next week, so we'll go see that.
Detail of a coat, Netherlands, mid-18th c,, textile: India, 1725-50, cotton, drawn and painted resist and mordant dyed. |
Then there's James Turrell at the Guggenheim; that show closes two days after we arrive. That's been at the top of my list for months:
James Turrell retrospective at the Guggenheim--an article I tore out of The New Yorker months ago |
A full-age ad for the Whitney Museum caught my eye: there's show of Edward Hopper's drawings--love Hopper, love drawing. Will have to consult with Claudia about working that in:
Study for "Nighthawks," Edward Hopper (1941 or 42); fabricated chalk and charcoal on paper. |
And we're going to just miss a show at the American Folk Art Museum on three contemporary artists who look to American quilts for inspiration; quilts displayed alongside the work.
Then again, you never know what you'll find along the way--things you never noticed in The Times. When that happens, I feel like less of a tourist, more like someone getting knit into the fabric of the city.
More later.
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