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
