Good afternoon from New York.
When I look out my window, I notice that the morning's big floppy snow flakes have now yielded to very fine snow. The sky is brightening, too.
Thank you all for your kind response to my previous post. I am pleased to report that I am steadily recovering from my fall.
Yesterday was sunny and unseasonal in its warmth. A friend and I had plans to visit the Morgan Library. It was to be my first such day out for pleasure, not merely accomplishing a required errand.
As I was having my oatmeal and tea breakfast, I followed my routine of listening to BBC Radio London via the laptop. It's fun to have this vicarious London visit at the beginning of my day. However, yesterday's news of the death of a favorite artist, Howard Hodgkin, at age 84, definitely saddened me. As a small remembrance, I took this photo of a postcard I bought at London's National Portrait Gallery many years ago. The postcard is placed on top of the cover of the current issue of The New Yorker magazine that features a scene from an art gallery opening.
I now understand that the NPG will be exhibiting a Howard Hodgkin retrospective this spring. I would like to see that show, as well as quite a few others that are on a late winter/early spring schedule.
However, yesterday I went to see the marvelous Emily Dickinson exhibit at the Morgan. I admit to not being as familiar with ED's work as I would now with to be. My introduction to her genius has arrived via the beautifully poetic blog post Merisi's Vienna for Beginners. I definitely recommend this site to you all.
The current exhibit is in a medium-sized gallery space on the second floor. reached by a glass-walled elevator. Entering the door to the gallery takes one into Dickinson's 1800s era in New England.
I took a few photographs to give you an idea of the quiet, yet thrilling atmosphere of the exhibit. The above photo is in Dickinson's mature handwriting, and the following photo of the adjacent label tells of her interest in another poet. Please forgive my not quite centering the photo of the label...I'll blame my bandaged finger.
Another section of the exhibit features a digital slide show of the poet's herbarium, which clearly indicates her close observation and desired connection to nature.
Here is a photo of just one page from the slide show. In a protective glass case next to the slide show device is the precious herbarium itself, open to one page. I decided to rely on the digital pictures for my own photographs.
I would recommend this exhibit to any of you all who love poetry.
I would also recommend settling into the sunlit atrium cafe on the Morgan Library's main floor. My friend Elizabeth and I decided to each order the extravagance of the Morgan Tea. It was delicious!
The "new" extension to the Morgan is a well-designed three-story space. Through a doorway, one may also enter the original Library building which is also a must see.
Mr Morgan's actual library is quite luxurious. Even the huge carpet is beautiful. In this current age of billionaires who do not always practice philanthropy, it's interesting to contemplate how it is that we mere ticket holders can visit what was once one man's library.
Quite a hearth and quite a tapestry. Morgan's office also contains some precious paintings. The link to the Library's site that I have provided above will give those interested much more information.
It was a great pleasure to join a good friend for such a day of cultural treats. It was easy for me to reach the Morgan via the subway...just two stops away, plus a very short walk.
I'm looking forward to being able to share more city views with you all very soon. There is so much to see!