I look for art everywhere I go. Art just happens whenever anyone puts their mind to it and wants to express what they are thinking, feeling, seeing or reacting to.
Friday, October 23, 2009
SUBWAY ROTHKO
October 23, 2009. My subway Rothko. Over a black background is painted this blue rectangle – admittedly washed out, but blue nonetheless. Every day I walk down the stairs to the downtown C and I wonder who painted this, and why no one has painted over it in a single bureaucratic color. The black is shiny like hot black tar on a Minnesota roadway in July, and it makes me smile as I make my way to work.
As I travel around the City I am always aware of the art around me, in all of its forms. I enjoy watching the lamp posts as I pass by, the sides of buildings, the sidewalks, the sky, almost anywhere. Sometimes I spot artists I know from Union Square, Soho and elsewhere in the City.