Lillies of the Field

When posters of paintings were hung in the Atlantic/Pacific subway station, my first thought was that the economy has become so bad that MOMA thinks they'll replace $20-a-ticket European tourists by advertising to Brooklynites who transfer from the B to the 2 with their morning coffee from Dunkin Donuts.

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 wallyg

I 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.