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.
Monday, April 15, 2013
NAILS ON WOOD
Saturday, March 16, 2013. Metal and wood figures in a lot of work I see. Central Park's trees try to incorporate metal that they come in contact with and encircle it, to hide it, to include it. This post cannot grow, the staples and nails are there, visible, permanent, unless someone removes them. They are a testament to the utility of this post as a communications tool. Over and over messages were left and removed, read and destroyed, remembered and forgotten.
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.