Tuesday, March 27, 2012


March 18, 2012.  Uncovered only by a wrenching storm that blew through the Park, this tree has held its secret art for a long time.  A universe lives here, eating its way through the living material, creating pattern and void.

Sunday, March 11, 2012


Sunday, March 11.  What an exquisite little contraption.  Teeth, teeth, teeth, suspended by crossed wires, floating in space and traveling through time.  All along, it was, left on the sidewalk, chained, as if to let it free it could wreck some havoc in the universe.  Maybe it is the answer to some cosmic question, yet to be asked. 


Saturday, March 3.  This little square looked like a jewel set into a giant white background.  Each small tile added to the overall unity, each successive square, somewhere down the line, just a bit different, but enough so.  In a subway dark and dreary they shone out like a beacon.


Thursday, March 1, 2012.  Random but not.  When I looked at it I saw Mondrian, at least that is what popped in my mind.  A large table was laid out this way, and then pockets were picked away and the design was gone.


Monday, February 20.  Each spike is so deliberate, so forceful and so assured.  What do they bring to this tree, what protection or what attraction?  Does some bird store its catch here and then zealously guard it from other birds?  It doesn't look safe from other predators.  It screams 'do not climb me.' 


Monday, February 20.  A few simple lines and an immediately recognizable image.  The style makes me think of cave drawings, of Venus stones and of coral rods on the White Slave beach of Bonaire.  This phallic sketch was on the bridle path of Central Park, and not bound to be around for long.  It is now gone.