How tiresome! The front stairs are all closed off and the fifth
avenue facade looks like a construction zone with tent poles. Must be some
stuffy little socialite affair. Actually, turns out it was a set-up for the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art 2015 Gala , ho hum. No, I was not invited. And
I hadn’t planned another trip to see still more FLW ,(please see last blog post),but, oh well, since I’m in might
as well. BTW I’m about half way through Frank Lloyd Wright: a biography by Meryle
Secrest. Read about the axe murders and fire just before going to sleep
last night. Actually, no, I didn’t sleep, well hardly.
So let us get into some really dreamy imagery. That would
include most everything in the Sultans of India, 1500-1700 Opulence and Fantasy.
Although, does shooting a disembodied head with a bow arrow count as a dream?
Whatever, I couldn’t help staring at this odd little cosmos. Then I’ll take you
over to the other end of the building, the American wing, for some Louis
Sullivan and his offspring FLW. Let’s stop in a wee cozy gallery to see a
charming collection of Robert Motherwell prints and circle back around to gaze
upon an awesome Japanese room and end up contemplating Cleopatra’s Needle in the
springtime. Done and done.
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| Detail of Sullivan staircase. Gorgeous, no? |
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| Comfy. I think I could be very happy here. |
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| Is there anything more beautiful in the whole museum than this? |
Oh, there’s more of course. I went to the Met two days in a
row, filled up a memory card, but that wasn’t even the reason for my trip. It
was spring. Isn’t that enough of a reason? No? I’m teasing. Actually the point
was nutmeg, I mean the Nutmeg State.
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| Motherwell, champion of the Abstract Expressionist. |
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| A long way form Egypt. |
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| Springtime in New York. Someone should write a song about it. |
We’ll get there. We’ll get there.
