This week began with just the right amount of calories on Sunday night.
Fueled up, I went looking for art.
Yesterday I walked south of Bedford Station towards Williamsburg in Brooklyn. I stumbled upon a newly- opened junk store (that’s what it called itself). I think my mother whose idea was for me to thrift, would seriously have a fright, if she knew where I’d gone…
On the upper level, I was assaulted by art, art, art.
I learnt that thrifting requires a strong stomach. There was no escaping the years of neglect.
In the East Village, I found another paint-by-numbers piece to add to my paint-by-numbers wall.
Grouped together, they lift the couch, add cheer to a banal nook.
Suddenly in 300 square feet, I now have, a living room!
This morning, I went further north in Brooklyn.
There were 2 stores I was curious about.
I paused, paused, at a divine table.
With only 2 arms, there’s a limit to how much I could schlep back. So remaining focused on the art objective-
We made our way back to Manhattan.
A personal composing rule-
Objects in space create an unspoken narrative when placed together.
I hung it up in the living room, then changed my mind. My other rule? If you make a poor decision? Stop and change. Immediately.
In 300 sq feet, I now not only have living quarters, I have hallways/corridors directing me away from the front door, into the private sanctuary of my home.
Another rule : form must follow function.
The other painting I carried back is French.
All the hallmarks of early modern art can be found- the abstraction of detailing work, brush strokes indicating movement, the black outlining of figures, trees, a sense of an incomplete whole.
- Affogato at Rossopomodoro, 118 Greenwich Avenue
- Cure Thrift Shop, 111 East 12th Street
- Adaptations NY, 109 Franklin Street, Brooklyn