|A view from a bench|
S arrived and we slowly walked up 5th. She pointed out that this was the same gallery we'd come to when we first saw a Will Cotton exhibit. I was like, I hope it's not the same stuff. She said, probably not because that was before he got all recognized from Katy Perry.
Explanation: Will Cotton is an artist who creates pieces involving S's favorite thing, candy. His paintings are huge and they display candy houses, candy villages, chocolate desserts, and people with candy and treats somehow intertwined with them. He became the artistic guru of Katy Perry around the time she started spraying whipped cream out of her boobies. Now everyone knows Will Cotton. Well, maybe not everyone, but more people.
In the gallery, S found a brochure and thumbed through it. The guy at the desk was like, yeah that's glued to the desk. S asked if he had more. He said, No but I can give you one of these, one per person I'm allowed. He handed her a thin, hard-covered book that promotes their downtown gallery. (He did not attempt to give me one because, I suppose, S and I count as one person?). The artist was not Will Cotton. It was Francesco Clemente. S said Thank you and we headed into the gallery. Then immediately she tried to pawn it off on me. I was like, I don't want to carry that around!, holding up my very heavy bag containing my very heavy water bottle and very heavy book that I've been reading for the past few weeks and still am not halfway through (it's almost 1000 pages--and hard cover--as S indicated, Light reading).
Our battle of the book no one wants ended quickly as she walked around pretty much in awe of the paintings. They are really stunning. We also found a smaller room that displayed five foot tall towers of ceramic cakes. Again, stunning. I'd post a few pictures of them right now only we weren't allowed to take pictures because of copyright.
Okay, I actually have pictures. Just because we weren't allowed to didn't mean I wasn't going to. However, I'm not going to post them because that's just not right. I took them mostly for the thrill of not being allowed to take them, not to infringe upon the rights of an artist. You're welcome, Will Cotton.
On our way out of the gallery, the guy at the desk asked if I'd be interested in a copy of the Francesco Clemente book. I gave him a quick No thanks, and we went down the hall to the other gallery. There, we found naked photographs of mostly children that was actually really uncomfortable. It's one thing to have old footage of naked children running around in a backyard on family reels. It's another to have them kind of posing. Creeeeeeeeepppppppyyyyyyyyyyyy. But then we also saw more semi-naked photos of supermodels from the early 1990s. It was a weird exhibit and we left rather quickly.
The exhibit S wanted to see at the library was called Lunch Hour NYC and displayed menus, pictures, and artifacts all about lunch. For some reason, the one fact that sticks out for me is that the term "power lunch" was first used in 1979 in an article in Esquire. Why is that important to me? I don't know. But now I know it in case it's ever on Jeopardy!.
|My "going to the food co-op in Park Slope" look|