Horses on Park Avenue

There was another picture I was trying to post, but since HTML is still nearly Greek to me, it was lost--but if you click on this one, and expand it, you will see what I saw, shocking me silly on Park Avenue yesterday--a horse made of sticks and objects. It was shocking because not only is the horse created by my FAVORITE SCULPTOR Deborah Butterfield, but I just HAPPENED upon it when I was up only blocks where I walk every day! There were THREE of them! They've been there since OCTOBER and are leaving at the end of this month! It was such a moment of mouth agape awe for me.

I am not a big fan of sculture. In truth, I have been only moved by two scultors--Butterfield and Andy Goldsworthy. I saw Butterfield's work some years ago at the San Diego Art Museum and was blown away by her life size assemblages of horses. She uses every material imaginable: steel lettering from a sign, discarded wreckage, andwood. What she creates is an astounding life size gesture of her horses that she lives with every day in Montana. I felt upon seeing her work that she had discovered a language uniquely her own, to express how she saw and felt about these animals. It took my breath away in a museum and it nearly knocked me silly when I happened upon them on the midland grasses that split traffic on Park Avenue.

To me this speaks of the wonderful nature of New York--you never know what you are going to discover if you go a few blocks differently. If San Francisco was built on Rock n' Roll, New York is certainly a city built on ART. I cried out: I LOVE THIS TOWN! Of course, this also speaks to the mysterious miracles that appear, the surprises that inspire and infuse you when you least expect it.