On a cool late winter Sunday, my brother, his wife and I left the safety of their brownstone in Park Slope, Brooklyn and headed towards the Williamsburg neighborhood. If you’ve seen the HBO show “Girls” then you know about the fast gentrifying neighborhood, with it’s over-latte-d, fedora-wearing guys with beards and plaid shirts, and skyrocketing rents. The new system of bike paths was a welcome change from having to dodge cars. However, it was spotty in places, often obstructed by parked cars, and even a bit run-down already.
Here I am riding over the Newtown Creek, which is a “body” of water that separates Brooklyn from Queens. The view from the Pulaski Bridge is spectacular…I didn’t expect to see sailboats moored along its length, more so because the waterway is a Superfund site (super polluted!)
We also rode over to Roosevelt Island. It’s an odd community of high-rise buildings on an island in the middle of the East River (my bro used to live there) and we wanted to see the new park at the tip of the island called, “Four Freedoms Park,” named for the famous speech by Franklin Delano Roosevelt (that’s his head on the right).
We ended up in nearby Astoria, Queens and had a great seafood early dinner at one of the numerous Greek restaurants. After the calamari and shrimp, we rolled and carried our bikes up the stairs to the elevated subway and took the N train back to Park Slope. Quite civilized.
I spent a rainy day at the Museum of Modern Art this week. Known as MOMA, it is the preeminent gallery of what’s new in the World of Art. BTW, here’s a tip: if it is raining, do NOT go to any NYC museum…everyone has the same idea. It was so crowded I thought it was a national holiday. I could hardly see the artwork.
However, I still had a blast since I had my Fuji X100 camera with me. I did get to enjoy the Jackson Pollock exhibition.
And an exhibit on sculpture from the Museum’s collection.
But most memorable was the performance art that was happening in various locales around the museum. It was called “Plastic” and consisted of dancers dressed in grey, lying on the floor of the rotunda or on the main staircase, moving so slowly they looked like they were oozing, as museum-goers went about their visit.
Where’s Waldo? Can you find me in front of the Port Authority Terminal?
For lovers of photography (like me), the Museum of Modern Art is offering an online class called Seeing Through Photographs. It is a series of nine short films, most under 5 minutes, where we meet a photographer and see their work.
In the interviews with each photographer, MOMA takes you into the mind of the artist as they explain how they see the world, where their inspiration comes from, and how they give voice to their vision. Though I know some of the photographers, I am being introduced to new ones in the series. So far, I’ve watched Nicholas Nixon and Lucas Blalock.
It’s free on YouTube.