Posting this on 2/1/15. Happily this is the first day all month that I failed to both create and post a journal entry. I went up to New York all day to visit with friends, see the Postcards from the Edge benefit show that I donated a piece to, and go to the Met. The Postcards from the Edge show was so much fun. There were two huge rooms lined with hundreds of postcards, all for sale for $85. Many had already been sold by the time we got there. Mine was still on the wall, but someone had just bought it. I wanted to buy something, and circled around the rooms a couple of times, finding out my favorite pieces. I kept returning to one collage in particular so I decided to buy it. One of the cool things about this show is that all the pieces are anonymous- you could buy a piece by a super famous artist and not know it, or you could just discover something new. The piece that I bought is by Cuban-American artist Mario Petrirena, who I had never heard of before, but I’m glad I have now. His work is very interesting and includes collage, installation, and sculpture. Very beautiful and haunting pieces.
Here’s the postcard I bought. I love the repetition of the hands and the muted color palette:
We also went to the Met and saw the Death Becomes Her exhibit of mourning attire. I didn’t enjoy this as much as I had hoped, since it was very crowded and the only way to read all the text and really get a good look at the items on display was to shuffle along in an oppressive cattle-chute of people. The paper listing special exhibits said there was a display of Japanese kimonos, which we went in search of, only to belatedly realize that it had ended on January 19. We wandered around the Asian art area for a while, and through some other areas as well, and saw a special exhibit of Cubism and one of early photos of Yosemite. My main takeaways from these two shows were that I like the work of Juan Gris more than that of either Picasso or Braque, and that I really want to visit Yosemite. I also want to go back to the Met sooner rather than later. It is just such a huge museum and it’s impossible to take it all in in one visit. I started reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt this morning, which at the beginning takes place at the Met. It was cool to be able to better visualize the place that was being described in the book.