For Art’s Sake

A friend from another life, commented 2 Christmases ago- You really suffer for your art.

10862679_661951683915926_2363656529786269033_o (Clerkenwell Christmas, 2 years ago)

I realized I had forgotten the Christmas crackers.  Without further thought, I dashed into (shudder) Selfridges on Christmas Eve, before roasting my turkey.

Truth is, when one is passionate about art, and expressing a certain way of being in living, there really is no separation between effort, imagination, and joy.  Everything spills over.  I wake up, I do.  I think I am at my best in production.  There is a certain calmness in organizing people on stage, objects in space.  Besides, a home is where one retreats- why not make it a restful, engaging space?

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Bruno went with you to Pottery Barn?  Dr Chan asked.

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Yes.  He also went with me to Home Depot, and Diptique.

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Today, we are going to Brooklyn.  Again.

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Because last night, I hung my mirror up.

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The mirror longed for a friend.  I texted Courtney to ask if she would hold a little table for me.

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It’s a 15-minute walk from Courtney’s store to the subway stop on Bedford and 7th.  The walk doesn’t bother me.  But the heat is challenging.  The table is not heavy; my re-constructed arm however, is no longer strong.

The subway was crowded at noon.

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I stood all the way back, with Bruno strapped to me, grateful that New Yorkers are kind, and that the air-conditioning in our carriage, worked.

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(The only time I nearly tripped was when trying to shoot the above picture because the train lurched. Oops.)

I thought about what my friend from another life said.  Climbing the stairs out onto the street, we missed an unexpected downpour, and were greeted by a light drizzle instead.

The rain brought temporary relief from the sensational heat.  As the subway is only one block from home, I walked on, carrying both Bruno and the table.

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Oh, I scored a little painting as well.

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I like arranging things in odd numbers.  In dance, a duet can happen downstage right, while upstage left, a solitary dancer picks similar movement patterns, creating a visual echo.

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My hallway?

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Is almost done.

  •  Diptique, 377 Bleecker Street
  • Pottery Barn, 104 7th Avenue
  • Home Depot, 40 West 23rd Street
  • Courtney is one of the partners at Dobbin Street Co-op, 37 Norman Avenue, Greenpoint, Brooklyn

 

 

 

 

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