Down on the G to see a friend in some baby-friendly rainy neighborhood, all umbrellas and strollers; after tea and scones back on the G to the F to pouring down Dumbo rain, slogging through it to a big group show at Smack-Mellon and then to Jacques Torres where with time to spare before visiting Sarah in her nearby studio we had a cup of “Wicked Chocolate”, hot, and go out all wired up through the rain again…

…to see Ms. Bird in her aerie and hear of many projects, all ambitious in ways numerous and various…

Later, dinner out with old good friends, and this after;

Sunday, aptly named [though bitter cold in morning’s bright], we took a cab to the Museum to see “Crossing Brooklyn”, a show of agenda-driven work typical of its time and place [a picture, though perhaps not every picture, may be worth a thousand words, but a thousand words do not necessarily make a picture…or a work of, umm…], have “brunch” in their restaurant and explore the collections…

[the above may look familiar but it’s really much more theoretically mediated than anything as mundane as a daily watercolor based on actual weather; though said to be based on actual sequential photographs of local skies made over into genuine oil paintings at some later date one wonders about the delay, for instance.  Or doesn’t…ever’body’s gotta get a gimmick going in this sad world, after all, even if it involves living pigeons, or making videos exactly like our friend Christine’s…]

They had some good stuff from the old times, too, lurking about…

We returned to the famed Fresh Fanatic Market where L. provisioned for “dinner alla nonna”…said dinner performed to grateful accolades [Luz and Lola; Linda and Izel; Luz and Christine [note Lydia’s smoked trout from Essex Market]; baby pictures…] that very Sunday evening.

After all that, we went home, back to Lydia’s, Sunday night…

More, later.

M