Life has been flying by lately and has been a tad bit complicated. Went back to Santa Fe for a week but it was filled with the kind of every day, must do, mundane part of living a human life that when put on paper comes off irritating at best. But the car did get an oil job somewhere in the middle of it all.
Back in NYC now and coming to grip with the speed of things. So many things to see and do it feels like it all slips by slightly out of reach, but luckily sometimes you catch the end of the rope and the whip around is just enough to keep it all going.
Last weekend a show of shows opened at the 21 Precinct House in the Gramercy Park neighborhood. Now beautiful tree lined streets and brownstones dominate the area. But back in 1863 the precinct earned it reputation in a down and dirty neighborhood where gangs of thugs and ruffians ruled.
The police were long gone by about 1914 but the building remained, many uses later it is finally meeting the inevitable. Unfortunately its plum location makes it an easy sacrifice to the glass and steel beast that is devouring NYC, swallowing entire neighborhoods at breakneck pace.
So, we know the location, now the show. What happens when you get together a group of over 60 street artists including legends and talented younger artisans and give them four floors of an empty shell for a canvas. Everything and more… and from this point onwards words just aren’t going to do much. So, I am out of them….here is my take on what may be one of most photographed shows in NYC.. 😉
So, next time then…