As I crossed 5th avenue and 57th street this morning on my way to work I was almost run over by Bill Cunningham wielding his camera about. Sadly, he was not taking a photo of me, but it was one of those truly wonderful New York moments.
I can say that the thing that has struck me most about life is the capacity for change. At first it’s hard to bear, but after a while you learn not to look at it as a loss. There’s even a moment when it becomes exhilarating to realize just how little needs to stay the same for you to continue the effort they call, for lack of a better word, being human.
Photo by Tyler Magyar
a portrait so telling.
I understand now what it is to have restless feet and a quiet heart.
Strength and history. Like our hearts and minds.
To nowhere
The Kiss - 1882 - Musee Rodin - Spring 2010 - Paris.
“When I look at a body it gives me choice of what to put in a painting, what will suit me and what won’t. There is a distinction between fact and truth. Truth has an element of revelation about it. If something is true, it does more than strike one as merely being so.” - Lucian Freud
