how Joe Papp’s legacy is crushed by an app
I seem to start every article I write with the assertion that I love public art. I do. I go out of my way to see public art installations; I read free local newspapers specifically because they tend to report on public art installations; and when I come across a great free art installation, I do my part as a citizen and I spread the word on my Facebook and Twitter accounts , and frequently I also blog about it.
You can imagine my passion for The Public Theater. Joe Papp…
This is a long yarn
I’m a sucker for free public art, even when it is sponsored by a store for marketing purposes — as long as it isn’t too blatantly obvious and that the art takes precedence over the marketing. Whenever a company has a partnership with some arts nonprofit to exhibit something in their storefront or on their ceiling or on the outside of their normally purely corporate walls, I run over to experience the thing. I have been known to be late for meetings because I have to step inside a door that says “free art inside.”
How a New York writer goes to the post office
When my kids were little, I frequently jotted off tweets with the hashtag #domesticManhattan because I thought it was fun to relate ordinary suburban events from the POV of someone who lived in New York City.
It occurs to me, that this might still amuse people, so herewith please find my illustrated trip to the post office.
First off, make a choice. There’s one enormous post office that is two blocks away and two satellite post offices around six blocks away. Today, let’s choose the small post office on John…
Is SuperReal the wave/particle of the future?
This week, I discovered the “experience” called SuperReal. I was surprised I hadn’t seen any marketing for it, that the signage just popped up across from the bronze Charging Bull on the median outside Cipriani at 25 Broadway, in the glamorous Cunard Building. Since I knew (from watching glamorous superstars walk up the red-carpeted stairs) that this was a destination for galas, I wanted to go in — just to see the space.
Here’s what I knew about the building: landmarked long ago, the Great Hall is an Italian neo-Renaissance masterpiece. Designed by…
I am new to Medium and so an algorithm makes suggestions to read various popular pieces “based on your tastes.” Today the suggested post was by a life coach who intimately detailed her husband’s 6am masturbation session and then wrote down her entire inner monologue from spying on him to ignoring him to confronting him in a respectful way that didn’t shame him (her words).
Don’t judge. I didn’t. I was too busy being astonished that any human over 35 could have a marriage in which both parties were equally indifferent to having personal privacy erased in favor of the…
To feed my inner creative beast, I went with the excellent Richard Newman (who runs a reading series in Queens on First Tuesdays) to an art opening at the Museum of Mathematics. On display were works by Anton Bakker, a devotee of M C Escher and Koos Verhoeff.
But first, there was this fantastic pi handle on the door.
Leaving aside the fact that it is really hard to distinguish the art from the math exhibits in this museum, I enjoyed learning how Bakker creates his very compelling sculptures. For this guy, it’s all about the process.
When you wander out of a museum only to discover you’ve been looking at art all along….
A friend of mine called after a long time and asked to go with me to a museum. What an NYC thing to do! Naturally I said yes; we jumped the many hoops to reserve an entrance time on the High Line, reserve a table at an outdoor brunch place in the Meatpacking District, and reserve an entry time at the Whitney Museum of American Art. We were going to do it all.
Hey, so as you know, I live in Lower Manhattan and walk around a lot. Frequently I see cool things which I can’t keep to myself.
Today was one of those days.
I have been craving theatrical experiences, so I made a point of attending CURRENT… really? Current? I am just now discovering the name of this show — I found a QR code in Zuccotti Park near my apartment— yes the home of the Occupy Wall Street tent city. The sign said that with a cellphone and earphones, you could take an art walk. So I did. The art…
Feel free to live vicariously through my walks.
Hi. Nice to meet you. I assume you’re a New Yorker nowadays too busy to check out art exhibits, or a former New Yorker who misses the scene, or a wanna-be-in New Yorker who lives out of town. Great. I love you guys.
I was a teenage bookworm, one of those kids never seen without a paperback. I read while walking, read in trees, and always took my lunch and recess in the school library. My teachers handed me “special” books they could not give to the rest of the class.
I read voraciously and was, for my age, oddly discriminative: a book had to keep my attention only past the first paragraph and then I would finish it, no matter what. I grew up to become a writer and got my MFA from Columbia. I never stopped reading.
When I had kids…