swirling clouds in violet haze

moma was the main attraction for me on friday morning. i had been waiting to go and it was just one block from our hotel. we concentrated on the 3-5th floors. once again, words cannot do justice for what i viewed. here are a few of my favorites:

picasso

cezanne

seurat

edvard munch

paul klee...we did these cats in art when em was in the 4th grade.

one of my favorite matisse paintings.

dali...the persistance of memory. so much smaller than i ever imagined.

cy twombly...we are about to study him in art class. he attended darlington school in the 1940's. his death this past July 5th was a big loss for the art world...love his work.

frida kahlo...again, much smaller than i imagined. a beautiful frame around it.

warhol.

rothko...for liz. we both love his work.

giacometti. we just finished making our version of "walking man" sculptures in my 4th grade art classes. cool to see one of his paintings.

another favorite of mine. jasper johns.

and pollack. my kids at school love "action jackson". this was incredible.

and the scale of monet's water lilies triptych only added to my amazement and awe.

and another favorite....mondrian.

on a scale from 1 to 10 on feeling like a dork...i was probably a 26. i got so excited every time we rounded a corner and saw another painting. and then we saw this.

it made me cry. how do you explain when a piece of art and history moves you like that? pb got a photo of it.

so that was a lengthy yet truly abbreviated glimpse of moma through my eyes. i could have gone back again the next day. we also saw this favorite that afternoon. robert indiana's love sculpture on 6th avenue.

and this display at anthropologie by rockefeller center. an artist was in the window, painting while we watched. her work was being auctioned later that day to benefit the childrens' art programs in the nyc public schools. this project interested me on many levels...

later in the afternoon after i was finished with all of my art activities, pb and i ventured down to the lower east side for a late lunch at his favorite pizza place. nostalgic for him. we took em here in december and she made quite an impression on sal, the owner.

after pizza, we walked to soho and tribeca. look what pb bought.

i can't decide which i love the most. the west village, soho, or tribeca? we ducked into the broomstreet bar around 6:30 for a glass of wine and a beer. we could have sat there for hours just people watching. this was the hangout for artists, writers, and muscians back the day.

we had dinner reservations at anejo tequileria for 9:00 that evening. so we took the subway back to the hotel to get ready. (i will say, it was so great having someone with me that knew the subway. i was impressed, pb.) we walked to hell's kitchen to find our restaurant. i had read about this place but we had no idea how incredible it would turn out to be.
(here is pb, posing in his new jeans on our way to dinner.)

we arrived at anejo teuileria about 8:00 and waited at the bar to be seated. when i say this might have been one of the best meals i have ever had...

this is all that was left of the anejo guacamole, the shrimp tacos, and the mushroom tamales. delicioso! this restaurant and supper are on our "keeper" list.

we left there to find ourselves in the rain again so pb ran across the street to purchase our 3rd umbrella of the trip. we walked back to the hotel but not before stopping for some live music here.

then back in the rain before collapsing after a great day.