Wreck Miss: a journal quilt

Last Friday we drove to New York City; and highways were packed with cars, probably returnees from a long July 4th holiday. A car in front of us in the fast lane went out of control, moved across the other crowded lanes as all dodged it, into a guard rail, spun around and went a forceful head-first into the ditch. Debris was thrown onto my windshield. We phoned 911 and articulated the exact location. In the city I became more conscious of the zooming cars and less fearful of flying.

In the New York we swooned dining at La Bonne Soupe near MOMA; saw the Otto Dix show and ate Austrian goodies at the Neue Gallery close to the Metropolitan Museum; and viewed the Charles Burchfield watercolors at the Whitney. Of course, I did not miss The City Quilter on 24th. A drive back through New York State and western Massachusetts was much prettier and calmer.

A time and place for all things

Our trip to NYC was rained out so we pretended. We did in Boston what we usually do in the Big Apple. In Harvard Square we went to Ruth Rosner's opening to see her totemic sculpture, and stopped at the Coop to get the English magazines The Artist and Modern Painters. The April issue of the latter, with Hockney on the front, I am reading backwards and getting ideas. The other transports me to England for conversations on another level.

We attended Open Studios and encountered new artists and got books: The Confident Creative by Cat Bennett and The Six Archetypes of Love by Allan Hunter. After eating out and shopping and reconnecting with the grandchildren on their return from Disneyworld, it was time to organize the study further (new computer adjustments, clearing, seem endless). In the meantime, we saw Hannah's soccer game and David got his first haircut. Hopefully back to production soon. Nothing like a sunny weekend; and Otto Dix will be at Neue Gallery until August. The fantasy succeeded!