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.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
WHERE DO CLOTHES PINS GO
March 9, 2010. As a child we played with clothes pins in our sandbox. They could be almost anything, taking on any characteristics – man, animal, robot, target. They would disappear, not back into the ice cream pail so that they could be used to hang clothes out to dry, but to some other mysterious place. How was I to know they came to live in a store window in Times Square?
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.