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.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
RED
October 31, 2010. Red lacquer in the sunlight, the smooth, shiny surface marred and scratched to add the patina of history. This door promises an opening to the past, access to an age gone by. The crimson red could be the dawn of morning or the blood of battle. It is a the color of royalty, a Vreeland red, a red that makes you want to sit up and watch it.
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.