how can a cold hit full blown -
without a warning scratch in the throat,
a tickle in the nose...
got on the subway at spring street
and stepped off the connecting bus in jackson heights
all sore throat, sneezes, runnynose, aches and
the corresponding damn headache.
there's a little logo
on my blog that's supposed to
free me of guilt
when i don't blog.
so not working.
went to the metropolitan museum on tuesday
took a preliminary walk though the metropolitan museum's
New Galleries for the Art of the Arab Lands,
Turkey, Iran, Central Asia, and Later South Asia
hereinafter the Arab galleries.
lots of information on the renovation
the convoluted designs and textures
- language of the birds - painted around 1600 in iran.
there are chairs for viewing the manuscript pages up close.
in bird imagery
i was especially excited about the moroccan court
having read about it's construction. therere's a (too) short
on the construction.
on wednesday i went to the museum of modern art
to see 'contemporary galleries 1980-now'
the curry was delicious.
for argentine artist rirkrit tiravanija's interactive artwork
thai curry is served in a sort of deconstructed
kitchen/dining space. (there's water in the fridge)
happily there is a great deal of art by women -
it's still hard not to notice.
among the most affecting pieces for me
were the installations of doris salcedo
from the label:
'..conceived in response to testimony the artist gathered about those who dissappeared during the Colombian Civil War.. Worn female shoes in sealed niches are stand-ins for the missing bodies and evoke reliquaries for the remnants of saints.'
zarina hasmi's piece 'home is a foreign place'
is a portfolio of 36 prints mounted in a
grid, each image representing an aspect of
what the artist remembers/misses about
her birthplace, india.
see and read more here
(god i love the internet.)