Day 1, Feb. 28
Turns out that when you tell people that you're heading to/are in NYC to see the Caspar David Friedrich retrospective at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, 9 out of 10 people say "how nice--who's that?"
Those of us who grew up playing from the very affordable two-volume Dover reprint of Beethoven's piano sonatas know who Caspar David Friedrich is...
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Mondaufgang am Meer (1822) |
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Mann und Frau in Betrachtung des Mondes (ca 1824). And Beethoven sonatas edited by Heinrich Schenker, which I'd never noticed before... |
...so "how nice--who's that?" confirms not only that liberal arts education relating to European history and art history has dwindled in the past 40 years, but so has the number of USAmerican kids taking piano lessons. Ah well.
Gentle Reader(s), Der Wanderer ueber dem Nebelmeer was there, inviting us across two or so centuries to share in the sublime, to feel the intimate human connection (and disconnection) of Wanderlust and the appeal and immensity of nature both conquerable (as viewed from atop the hill) and distantly out of reach.
We're going to that hill in June.
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Immensity... |
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...intimacy... |
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Wanderlust |
We were in NYC to see Der Wanderer, but one of our favorite paintings at the Met turned out to be Berglandschaft in Böhmen (Mountain Landscape in Bohemia, ca. 1830).
As a landscape amongst other 1830s landscapes, it was apparently a revelation. The Met's accompanying text borrowed from an 1833 review: "The most striking, and the most interesting thing about the painting, is its very sparsity....Three colors and two lines, is that a landscape?... And why so extraordinary?... What emerges in this picture is the abstraction of the artist himself, his choice."
And yet what we saw wasn't sparsity or abstraction, but so much attention to detail that our 21st-century eyes saw it almost as a photograph, with the familiar, vivid, green and yellow fields that we see all over Germany.
On the wall opposite the Bohemian landscape was an unfinished work, with layers and layers of surface detail still waiting to be filled in, looking flat and decidedly non-photographic in comparison.
Ruine Oybin (1835) glowed. How does one make paint glow?
In addition to oil paintings, the exhibit featured numerous sketches and watercolors. Two faves:
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This looks like a good spot for casting magic bullets, a la the image below... |
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...which is not by Friedrich--the 1822 Weimar set design for the Wolf's Glen scene in Der Freischuetz |
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This watercolor of a cave looked more detailed from a distance than up close |
By the time we finished wandering through the Friedrich exhibit, we were a little overwhelmed by the quantity of art that still laid before us at the Met. We took a quick zip through a few more rooms, then headed up the street to the
Neue Gallerie and its basement cafe that had been recommended by friends. Therein we partook of the most ridiculously expensive
Kaffee und Kuchen we are likely to ever encounter in our lives. Nonetheless, it gave us the energy to return to the Met on our way back to our hotel, to check out some of the other exhibits and take a quick look at the Friedrich exhibit one more time (
carpe diem).
Some additional Met highlights:
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Before we ingested cake, we felt about as tired as this scribe looks. |
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Tiffany |
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Part of a ca. -10 BCE temple relocated from an area that flooded thanks to the Aswan Dam |
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Closeup to show the graffiti. People have been jerks for centuries... |
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Zoom in to see the surface-decoration pubic hair. |
In the evening, we met up with a dear friend from grad school, J.H., and I can't believe we didn't think to take a single photo together.
J.H. works in a building called
The Spiral, and she invited us up to the 52 floor to admire the views.
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The Spiral has terraces that spiral down the outside of the building |
The Spiral is near
the Vessel. J.H. said it had only recently re-opened after a series of deaths by suicide. We didn't climb it, but it offered some fun photo ops. You can't see the new safety nets in the photo below.
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The Vessel, looking up from below |
After forgetting to take selfies again and then parting ways with J.H., S and I headed to the TKTS booth to look for discounted tickets to a Broadway show. So did a mile or so of other tourists, motivating us to walk to the August Wilson Theater, where we did not have to wait in line and found affordable last-minute tickets to Cabaret, starring Adam Lambert and Auli'i Cravalho.
Wow. Just wow. "Tomorrow Belongs to Me" was particularly bone-chilling, with the line "but soon says a whisper, arise, arise" extending into a Nazi salute, as though we were watching Elon Musk saluting behind the presidential seal of the United States. Later, Lambert--
as he apparently had done in previous performances--paused near the end of "If You Could See Her Through My Eyes" to call out audience members who laughed at an anti-Semitic line. "No," he said slowly and clearly. "This is not a joke.
Pay attention." When uncomfortable giggles followed, he repeated the message.
After the show, we swung back toward our hotel to find an early dinner before heading to the airport. We ended up at
Sicily Osteria, to which we enthusiastically give all thumbs up, from the Finocchio salad (repeat at home!: arugula, shaved fennel, toasted hazelnuts, fileted orange segments, and pomegranate seeds) to the beautiful signature dessert, Limone di Sicilia (a bed of lemon jam and lemon creme with streusel crumbs, on which sat a yellow white-chocolate shell filled with lemon vanilla mousse and lemon confit). Hard to imagine we'll ever eat a more beautiful or gustatorily satisfying dessert.
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At first, we thought this was a real lemon. Amazingly delicious. |
We walked an extra long route to the Metro to get a few more miles in, then headed to JFK and home to Durham.