Day 2 started bright and fair.
I don’t remember the city ever being this beautiful.
On the way in from the airport we passed block after block of car-sized forsythia in full bloom.
It was as if someone had reached down with a giant paint brush and painted the city bright yellow.
I guess “Someone” had.
In the park dogwoods created a white canopy for the tiny daffodils to dance under.
Walking past the southern edge of the park we strolled down to Sarabeth’s, our favorite neighborhood stop for brunch.
They have some of the best eggs benedict you will ever eat to say nothing of the pumpkin waffles topped with sour cream and toasted pumpkin seeds.
You can dine on the sidewalk or inside in the garden room surrounded by black and white photographs of Audrey Hepburn and other icons.
Today was a day filled with much walking… over 100 blocks to be exact.
If you know Manhattan this will mean something to you.
We walked from Central Park South to the Flatiron building!!!
That’s some miles folks.
Then we taxied to the village, walked all over Soho and walked to Tribeca.
I would NEVER walked that much at home. haha
Today was The Writer’s day to work and we met some fantastic people who will be friends forever.
Their names will be revealed later…. by him… but this is a glimpse into where we went and some of what we saw.
We visited a very cool war era loft apartment filled to the brim with intriguing art.
Here The Writer ( isn’t he handsome?) conducts business with one of the artists.
I felt right at home among all of the Mose T artwork.
Mose was a primitive artist from Montgomery, AL. I used to go downtown and visit with him in his little shotgun house as he sat cross-legged in the middle of his bed which was in the front room and painted on pieces of cardboard or wood or whatever was available. On the floor would be dozens of open gallon cans of house paint. This was his medium.
I can relate. I designed my first fabric painting with Benjamin Moore latex house paint. It’s the medium I know best.
In those days if you took Mose a six-pack you would leave with a painting.
Those days are over.
His work now hangs in museums from Montgomery to New York and was included in a Nall showing in Paris.
Now, on to this artist.
This was a prototype for a work commissioned by the State of New Mexico.
Made of bronze and stone the real deal stands 14′ tall.
Another prototype, this one planned for Shanghai, depicts the new face of energy.
The larger man standing holds a solar panel. The smaller one, kneeling represents kinetic energy.
The prototype is carved out of wood. The actual installation will be bronze.
This little guy cracked me up. (The Writer’s background is the brokerage world)
This is one of a series of people who open up to show what’s inside of them. Some are filled with music.
This poor guy was tied up in knots inside. He’s from Wall Street. The knife-like objects stabbing him…..
Monte Blanc pens. haha
There is nothing in the world better than new friends. Especially ones with fascinating stories to tell.
From here we raced across town to meet with my old friend from grade school. Trust me.
You want to see what this guy is up to now.
Click HERE to see the awe–inspiring work of event planner extraordinaire DeJuan Stroud.
And finally, a meeting with a beautiful young Russian (U.S. citizen) artist back at the hotel.
There are so many stories that we aren’t at liberty to tell yet.
Thanks to all of you who knew what was going on and prayed for us.
We felt them. God is good.
It’s a tradition. I always have my picture made with my portfolio with the Doorman.
He brings me good luck. We have our picture made. I present. I come back with a “yes”.
Works for me.
So from the city with soaring buildings
and soaring dreams
I bid you adieu.
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