New York, interrupted.

I’ve been obsessively clicking around on Flickr since my return from New York. I guess it’s some kind of visual inspiration carryover from all the art I saw on my trip.  It’s been a while since I went to any art museums and so this trip provided much-needed fulfillment to a part of my brain I have been ignoring.

Thursday I spent the morning wandering around the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Billy had meetings all day, so I was on my own. Somehow I managed to see a lot in just a few hours:
a special exhibit on American artists in Paris from 1860-1900 (You can actually see most of the exhibit online through the link.) My favorite painting was actually this one from the exhibit publicity poster, John Singer Sargeant’s “Madame X.” They showed a photo of the original painting, in which Madame X’s strap had fallen over her shoulder and which caused all kinds of controversy in Paris at the time. Sargeant then repainted the strap in a more modest location and found that the painting was better because of it.

-an exhibit entitled “Flowing Streams: Scenes from Japanese Art and Life,” which was kind of underwhelming and lacking in copy explaining the works, which were mostly painted screens.
-“Louis Comfort Tiffany and Laurelton Hall—An Artist’s Country Estate.” I walked into this one just because it was there really and I had no expectations, but it was a pretty amazing collection of glass and other works by Tiffany (of jewelry family wealth).

-I also enjoyed, or rather gawked at, the Asian art collection in this museum. It blows my mind when museums have entire pieces of temples, larger-than-life-sized Buddhas, and so on.

After half a day in the museum, I braved the cold and some flurries and wandered around SoHo for a while, until the weather got worse and I got really chilled. Luckily enough, Billy finished up his meetings earlier than expected, and we were able to catch dinner together. A great first day in New York, overall.

And then. I woke up Friday with a nasty, most-inconveniently-timed, very evil, and completely incapacitating stomach flu, which meant that we had to cancel our reservations at the Mesa Grill (Bobby Flay’s restaurant), we couldn’t pop over to Brooklyn as planned to see the Annie Leibovitz exhibit. Worst of all, I couldn’t even remotely rally by evening to go see “The Producers,” which we had already bought tickets for. Unfortunately, kind of a painful expense to have to eat.

But all was not completely lost. Billy, in his infinite tolerance for my uncanny ability to get sick at the most inconvenient of times, patiently stayed with me in the room, and we watched “Casino Royale” –or rather he watched, and I tried to despite my high fever and blinding headache — and he was later able to meet up with friends for dinner while I conked out, so he at least got to do something.

I was better Saturday, or at least well enough to somehow get out of bed and go to the MoMa (awesome…I got to see some of my favorite paintings, like Chagall’s “I and the Village”, this Lichtenstein and artists, like Kandinsky, Matisse, and Derain.) I was weak, and my appetite had not really returned, but I had definitely rallied. We even made a stop at FAO Schwartz ( I like to check out the enormous stuffed animals. They had a wooly mammoth the size of most people’s bedrooms.)

So that was New York. Not exactly as planned, but still cool. And my appetite is now definitely back! I had a craving for pot roast and mashed potatoes yesterday, which I dragged Billy to the store to buy ingredients for. Oh man, the two hour cook time was so worth it.


2 thoughts on “New York, interrupted.

  1. Dude, the sickness, oy. I am craving a bit of NYC, lately, too. It sounded wonderful, despite your ickiness.

    Oh, and let’s hook up soon! I finally found a book I am enjoying, and you will never guess who by.

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