On my most recent visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I kept a promise with myself and made my way to the roof-top for a glass of wine while overlooking Central Park and the Manhattan skyline. A pretty spectacular and indulgent treat, I thought. (Especially as I was alone and the wine was not inexpensive)
To my absolute surprise and delight, I found here this extraordinary installation by Argentinian artist Adrian Villar Rojas – The Theatre of Disappearance.
In this exhibit, the artist used the Museum itself as as inspiration. Each piece represents replicas of nearly 100 objects from The Met collection.
Each object is a fusion (or collage) of various, otherwise unconnected pieces from the collection, drawing from thousands of years of artistic production over several continents and cultures.
It’s is all rendered in the same black or white material and coated in a layer of dust.
It was equally eerie and mesmerizing. Simply breathtaking set against that magnificent backdrop.
I was happy to slow down and admire, taking it all in while juggling my wine glass with my camera.
If you are in NYC, the show runs until October 29, 2017 at The Met Fifth Avenue. I recommend it!
If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends. Orson Welles
All fall in!
Lined up and ready for dinner!!!
This lot arrived compliments of our generous neighbour… who just happens to be a lobster fisherman. A happy surprise phone call on a Sunday morning!
They were deliciously fresh, of course. But. Still. I can help but wonder just how hungry must the first person to eat a lobster have been …. (it’s a perennial question for me.). There’s a lot of amour on those “sea bugs”.
WPC – Order
A couple of moments of peaceful reflection in the middle of London – the self-proclaimed “capital city of the world”.
A swan and some clouds in Hyde Park, London.
The view from the bridge in St. James Park.
WPC – reflections
Delayed flight endured.
Bland breakfast served after sleepless night.
Long walk from plane to customs completed.
Rewarded by the English countryside in springtime. I wonder where this road will take us……
We have come to learn that beaches are living things.
In the summertime, at one of our local beaches, the sand is soft and warm and goes on forever. But in winter, it all disappears!!! It’s a little alarming the first time you experience it.
I have no idea where it goes (…maybe south…). But I do know that we can count on it to return when the weather warms up.
In the meantime, there is no shortage of exposed, beautiful, smooth beach stones. In fact, the beach is crowded with them!
This morning we woke up to find we’d received a fresh dusting of snow overnight. Pretty? Yes. But it was difficult to detect any signs of green in the landscape.
(Geranium cuttings biding their time on the kitchen window sill.)
C’mon Mother Nature! March is the month of things green. For instance, Number One son’s birthday is on St Patrick’s Day, thereby painting the weekend with all things green…. Mostly an artificial green.
Its the time to plant seeds in anticipation of this years garden. Onion, tomato and pepper. But those green are months away.
So, I’m taking you back to last summer’s garden for an uplifting hit of that verdant shade.
Some garden froth.
A Beach Plum before it’s time.
A harvest of peas.
Some Seyval Blanc.
Tonight we observe Earth Hour. Just another way to get our “Green” on.
And … last night’s dusting of snow had melted away during the day, confirming that we are on the other side of winter. Greener days are ahead!
WPC – it IS easy being green