Scaffold State of Mind
It was my moment to hail a yellow cab at West 53rd St in Midtown, 189 Bowery and step on it! I had wanted to say instead they hailed me and we haggled in some cobbled together language resulting in cancellation of Muhammed’s Uber ride and decamping in gray beard the sage of Manhattan yellow cab. I had just spent time viewing Van Gogh, Picasso, Diego Garcia and Wojnarowicz’ work and was beginning to ponder this new age where terracotta tones in Two Nudes imbue misogyny and the masks on Les Demoiselles d’Avignon seemingly hide cigarette burns. Starry Night became a mosh pit for a selfie competing with French tourists. Would Van Gogh want my mug photo bombing his work? I had wanted to stay for Marty introducing the film Black Narcissus and steer the conversation to the Picasso problem. No time for that as we are hurtling down Park Avenue and Waze keeps telling the cabbie to turn left and soon we are driving through the second story of a building on an overpass with inches to spare ...