A friend went to the MOMA yesterday with her Grandmother. Normally they go to the Met, but it was Monday and the Met was closed. She had a close encounter with Pablo Picasso and got all excited about drawing, so last night after an Italian dinner and a few glasses of red wine we had a little drawing lesson. The goal was to draw a face without looking at the paper… and she came up with a nice little Picassoid portrait of me. I drew her on a purple piece of construction paper.
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AfteRain See Chelsea Sea
Did a Birthday Art Crawl Friday and actually had a nice time talking to people in the Picasso show and running into old friends from the Allan Stone Gallery. It felt the Neo Good Old Days… and boy could that Picasso fucker paint. It was one of those rainy Chelsea spring days where you somtimes have to duck into a little pub for a whiskey while the rain blows over. It reminded me of this Coltrane song and also this older vide with The Velvets and Nico doing Chealsea girl. 2006 I think. It was raining then too.
Pablo Neruda York
Everything feels like a love poem in New York. The place is littered with the confetti of a million flowers. Alas my beloved has allergies.
A picasso I saw down in Baltimore and the Court house hidden by cherry blossoms.