Twenty-second Entry Wednesday, April 8th, 2020 Union Square farmer’s market was mostly packed up at 4:00 PM——earlier than normal. “Normal,” once a banal term, now needs to be defined. There was a palpable sense of comradery among the market vendors. Perhaps just the...
Twenty-first Entry Monday, April 6th, 2020 Week four of a pretty different life for many. New York City has transformed from the wonderful chaos of a Joan Mitchell or Jackson Pollack painting to the minimal order of an Agnes Martin or Barnett Newman. Wisconsin...
Twentieth Entry Monday, April 6th, 2020 Week four of a pretty different life for many. New York City has transformed from the wonderful chaos of a Joan Mitchell or Jackson Pollack painting to the minimal order of an Agnes Martin or Barnett Newman. Wisconsin postponed...
Nineteenth Entry Sunday, April 5th, 2020 I lie still, taking in this new day. Quiet. Not one passing car. No sounds of radiators, revelers, neighbors, contractors, car alarms, or crows. Not even a fly or a child in the playground. After a while, I hear my neighbor to...
Eighteenth Entry Saturday, April 4th, 2020 The flowering trees have outdone themselves in the quiet of this year’s odd spring. Earlier tonight, locking my bike on Sullivan Street, I noticed the uppermost tapered part of the Empire State Building was red. I have seen...
Seventeenth Entry click to enlarge Friday, April 3rd, 2020 Today, the Mayor said everyone should cover their faces in public. By afternoon, the President said everyone should use a mask. He stated that he did not think he would be “doing it.” It is the eve of...
