Having grown up in Tenafly, it pains me to live so far away from Teaneck...477 miles, 7 hours 24 minutes away, in Central Virginia (which turns out to be not nearly as central as I wish....)
Your essays always seem to reflect my current state of mind--thank you for writing! In need of beauty and reassurance, yesterday I visited galleries in Chelsea and of course spent time at the Whitney. Not sure how to explain that feeling that overwhelms me when immersed in art, but somehow I know we'll be okay!
Jessica, as so often happens when I read your writing, I am so moved. I wish I had seen your apt with the Matisse walls. I can envision it, and I love it! I feel your fear. Lately, I walk with trembling knees. Your final sentence raises even more fear. I appreciate your work.
I wish I could be at the ALTE exhibit this month, but confined as I am, an 86-year-old widower, I will not be there. I am fortunate to live in Ithaca with one of my children, with my five grandchildren close, anticipating as well the April arrival (B'ezrat Hashem) of a great-grandson. That said (or written), I greatly appreciate reminders of beauty. We need desperately to remember that "beauty exists in the world even when the worst things imaginable are happening," as they surely are at present. I was privileged to see the 1992 MOMA Matisse exhibit. Another trip to MOMA was what I still consider the best exhibit I have ever seen, the 1998 Pollack exhibit which included a facsimile of his workroom. Thanks for this inspiring entry into the ALTE archives.
It’s also Valentines Day. Here’s a ❤️. Focus on the good stuff.
Having grown up in Tenafly, it pains me to live so far away from Teaneck...477 miles, 7 hours 24 minutes away, in Central Virginia (which turns out to be not nearly as central as I wish....)
Wish you could beam in
Such a warm written heartfelt glimpse of past and present
Thank you
Your essays always seem to reflect my current state of mind--thank you for writing! In need of beauty and reassurance, yesterday I visited galleries in Chelsea and of course spent time at the Whitney. Not sure how to explain that feeling that overwhelms me when immersed in art, but somehow I know we'll be okay!
Jessica, as so often happens when I read your writing, I am so moved. I wish I had seen your apt with the Matisse walls. I can envision it, and I love it! I feel your fear. Lately, I walk with trembling knees. Your final sentence raises even more fear. I appreciate your work.
Thanks Jane
This was so beautiful. Thank you.
I wish I could be at the ALTE exhibit this month, but confined as I am, an 86-year-old widower, I will not be there. I am fortunate to live in Ithaca with one of my children, with my five grandchildren close, anticipating as well the April arrival (B'ezrat Hashem) of a great-grandson. That said (or written), I greatly appreciate reminders of beauty. We need desperately to remember that "beauty exists in the world even when the worst things imaginable are happening," as they surely are at present. I was privileged to see the 1992 MOMA Matisse exhibit. Another trip to MOMA was what I still consider the best exhibit I have ever seen, the 1998 Pollack exhibit which included a facsimile of his workroom. Thanks for this inspiring entry into the ALTE archives.
Thanks so much & Mazel Tov!
Any public transit to the puffin center for this no car owning not driving New Yorker
There's a frequent short bus ride from Port Authority right to Puffin Way in Teaneck. I take it all the time
Lovely, the memory, the Matisse, the story.
Thank you, Kirsten.