Something Beautiful is a 2013 self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Friday in Manhattan was ambitious. 17 blocks on my feet touring Broadway from Chinatown. Da Tomaso’s at 58th for dinner. Back down to 34th for the Fashion Week show. I limped into my hotel at 10pm and fell into the sleep of the dead. 5-8 miles of concrete travel made me a bit more conservative about my Saturday plans. I checked out at 11:30 and headed up 6th for a turkey wrap and some plotting. The original plan was to forego a hotel and see for myself if NYC was really the city that never sleeps. More on that in a later blog. Suffice it to say, I abandoned Plan A for an unexpected opportunity. Both plans included the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Even taking the subway, there was major walking. The tireds set in again when I began to navigate a very crowed museum. The threat of sensory overload impending. Autopilot led me the to the 19th century moderns—where I found repose and van Gogh, a great personal inspiration. I got to ponder his happier self-portrait and a lesser known landscape I particularly like.
In a perfect universe, Vincent would be peaking through the layers of the cosmos to witness the fascination and wonder of those, like me, who come to contemplate and embrace his distinct world view.
I surprised myself by missing a special Matisse exhibit. Yesterday the moderns, the celadon, and the balcony bar were enough. A little French vermouth, cherry brandy, and raspberry quieted my screaming joints. Enter dear friends, a chamber group, and the Met rotunda. Salve for the soul, sole, and much more.