Sunday, February 27, 2011

Still Life with Baby Sized Blisters.

well I'm back. With an new found appreciation for Kandinski and Franz Mark, and the discovery of Balthus and Egon Shiele... and a new found taste for Klimt's semi-pornographic pencil sketches. And a suitcase full of art books. New York changed me man, and it's all down to the commentary of a certain anarchist-pacifist professor and his shared wisdom. That is definetly a place that I will visit often, money at this point has become a side note. I need to see art, even it requires pan handling on the subway on the way to the Met. Funny:people often lump New York with Paris as far as atmosphere and content. I could agree less. The people of Paris are actually cold and unfriendly, while in New York this is a myth. The only rude guy we saw was clearly nuts and sketching rappers in his giant notebook on the subway.

I have no idea how I am going to write a paper about local history at this point. I want to be a part of it, New York, New York

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