walking through Times Square
seeing my new school
going to MoMA and seeing Wyeth's Christina's World (among other things, of course)
having drinks at Rockefeller Plaza with my mom and dad
drinking coffee on a morning walk
setting up my new studio apartment
trying to hold my dress down on a harbor cruise (and seeing the Brooklyn Bridge!!)
being a Rose DeWitt Bukator (Rose Dawson?) by the Statue of Liberty
going back to MoMA with Sam. Loving every second of it.
being viewed through a Duchamp
doing a decorating project with Sam. We saw this work at MoMA that was just white frames with black interiors hung close together like this, so we recreated it (white in black, because...that's what Target had).
seeing the American Wing at The Met. You may remember this painting from this post.
seeing elephants at the natural history museum
finding the New York City Ladurée
delighting in my early-morning orange blossom macaron (wearing OPI Dazzled By Gold, last seen here)
having difficulty containing my excitement about my first visit to The Frick Collection
snapping pictures inside The Guggenheim (and getting severely reprimanded--but it was worth it)
The trip here was difficult. Saying goodbye to Ben at the airport early last Thursday morning absolutely broke my heart. I was overwhelmed when I got here. We stayed in a hotel on Times Square, and the crowds really freaked me out. When we got to Harlem I was still freaked out. Weirdly, it was going to Target to get apartment stuff that cheered me up. Targets look the same everywhere, and I felt a little better.
Then, after being the best parents a girl could ask for and getting me settled, my mom and dad had to go home. But I wasn't alone for long. My best friend, Sam, and I met in Times Square and headed back to my place to start our week together. So far we've done a lot. We've gone to four art museums in three days (plus the natural history museum). Our trip to The Met to see the new American Wing was absolutely mind-blowing for me. The first gallery we really stopped in (number 771, I believe) was full of full-length portraits by Sargent, Whistler, Chase and Eakins. I stood there and cried because I was so overwhelmed by them. I kept wandering through the galleries and saying, "OH MY GOD" because these are things I never thought I would see. When I saw Wyeth's Christina's World at MoMA I didn't want to leave it. When I ran across Johns' Flag and Target with Plaster Casts I couldn't contain my excitement. When Sam brought me to Pollock's Autumn Rhythm at The Met I had goosebumps. At The Frick I walked into a room with four large Whistlers and I was just in awe. Guys, I can't believe what I'm seeing.
My time with Sam is only half over. Tomorrow we're headed to The Whitney. Friday we do The Brooklyn Museum, and on Saturday we're heading to The Cloisters. This is a big week for me.
But soon Sam will be gone and I'll be on my own, navigating the politics of graduate school again. Missing my family. Missing Ben. I'm already trying to plan one trip back to Cleveland for the beginning of September to go to a wedding with him--and I'm desperate to feel his hand holding mine again. I'm apprehensive about school, but for the first time in a long time all I'm wanting to do is live in this moment, trekking around the city with my best friend (and fellow art historian--never underestimate the bonding power of a shared interest).
Thanks for your continued support, everyone. I'll be keeping you posted.