40 Years + 1

A brief trip to New York City to celebrate our 41 years together, full of magic; meeting new friends, spending time with darling nieces, seeing Matisse again and again and again, visiting the Met, again and again, snow and cold, Brussels sprouts on every menu, taxis without shock absorbers, champagne, galleries, fun, kind and friendly people, a kaleidoscope of sound, colour, vitality; it was wonderful.

They must have known we were coming, the banner was out, 2015

dizzying light and angles outside MOMA, 2015

at the Met, I love that place, 2015

loving the strong simple shapes, at the Met, 2015

Marble cavetto capital, mid 6th century, at the Met, 2015

shadow and light , stairwell at the Met, 2015

through a scratched window, flying home into the sunset, 2015

Gathering Lines

Still organizing my files [I have a feeling I could be at this for a while] and while I was walking around outside, realized I was watching the play of light on the paths we have made through the snow, and that got me to thinking about paths = a road = a line, and the power of a line. Whether we are writing, or drawing or making gestures or walking so many things have a line quality to them. As so often happens, a friend sent me this link to a show at MOMA, called ON LINE, a really terrific exhibition that I urge you to visit.

Lines