Weather and art; finding a happy medium

Last week at MOMA, cooling off in the a/c, and enjoyng the art.

I noticed something about the New York museums. I seem to go often due to the weather!

It’s either very hot, very cold or raining in NYC and to get out of the weather, I hit the museums.

This past week, into the weekend was brutal. The temps were up to 101 degrees, and that was not the “feels like” number, the “feels like” was up to 115 degrees!

Now as I write this, it’s 69 degrees, raining and the tv news keeps talking about flash floods.

The last time I was here was December, and the weather was brutally cold. So you can’t win.

I don’t want to sound like an old man, but when I was a kid, NYC weather was nice. I do remember some heat waves – but I don’t think they went up into the hundreds.

I remember so many years ago, there was a heat wave and I started drinking coffee and tea without sugar due to it.

My aunt would make iced tea and not put sugar in it. She said that people could flavor it to taste. I was so lazy and so hot, that I would just drink it as-is, without adding a teaspoon or two of sugar. And to this day, I don’t put sugar in my drinks.

A wondeful result of that period – a healthy way to drink tea and coffee. Bland – the way I like it.

A side note about the photo above. I wrote about this a few years ago.

The large image is Les Demoiselles d’Avignon, a Pablo Picasso painting, which he created in 1907. It’s always striking to me because I created a duplicate in college. The original is 8 feet by about 7.5 feet and my recreation was about 3 inches by about three inches.

In class, we had to recreate a famous piece of art by cutting out the colors from magazine images.

I haven’t seen the one I created in years, but it has always stuck in my head. and the first time I came upon the original in MoMA some years back, I was really taken aback by the size, since in my head I’ve always seen it as a 3″ x 3″ image.

I had a reverse reaction when I saw Starry Night for the first time. I was surprised at how small it was – I always pictured it being very large.

Till next time . . .