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, December 24, 2010
DUCK DOTS
December 25, 2010. Ducks on a pond in a random pattern, paddling, circling, waiting or not. In the shivering of the morning on a cold December day, the sunrise reflecting on the water, these ducks don't huddle for warmth, but they stay in a flock anyway. From far away, do they make a pattern? If I connect the dots, what will the image become?
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.