I liked the Hopper. And the 14 foot "Reflections of Clouds on the Water-Lily Pond" turned-on some commuter so much that he got it half rolled off the tiled wall before he got caught.
Photo by wallygI liked that the paintings made me want to stop and observe, though I'd often grab the express Q at 14th Street on my rush home, skipping the transfer all together.
Tonight after coffee and talk with a friend about how writers observe so much that they observe themselves into a fix, being unable to write because every thought is not what they really want to say, I got off the R to transfer to the Q, eager to stop and take in the paintings.
And, of course, they were gone. After 3 months the advertisements were back, and I never took advantage of the underground MOMA exhibit just two stops from my apartment.
Ah, this made me sad. But I must confess that I too didn't really notice they were gone. Although, I really enjoyed them when they were there. It's a good reminder though to "stop and smell the roses"...even if it means waiting for the next Q train:)
ReplyDeleteI agree, this made me sad as well.
ReplyDelete"...take these chances..." : )
ReplyDelete(I assume so easily that the beauty I see and appreciate is mine in some sense. It's strange to observe possessiveness in myself over something I don't own. When a beautiful friend marries, when someone else buys from the window display, or when someone sings a favorite song.)
ReplyDeleteIt's a shame those got taken down, though.