Rendezvous With My Love

The first Thursday of summer; warm morning, breezeless air. Wake up, shower, look fabulous, hop on the first train into the heart of the city.  Quiet intrigue, growing anticipation, a long awaited date. After a week of goodbyes and hellos and goodbyes, I owed myself a day of unbridled whimsy and free-spirited indulgence. A day to decompress with my first love.

Allow me to save yourself a trip to the MoMA, though I don't know why you would deprive yourself of such an experience anyway.

For A, who cannot accompany me running around the city streets until nightfall because you're a million miles away on a different continent.

so deep, so profound...

...what does it mean?!

room full of silver foil candies

I really do!

monopoly art.

"feminist art" 

paintbrushes suspended in resin.

oof.

giant pink plank. this one kinda makes me mad.

even more profound. white paint on canvas.

???

do you belong?

-Y