Let me start by saying I have never been to New York till this trip. God knows I have tried several times to go, but was thwarted by obsticales and set backs. I was just not meant to go jusy yet.
I had met two travelers from Australia and Scotland who invited me to come with them. I decided that now was the time. My daughter is grown and my time is a little more free for adventures. I put all things aside to take this trip. For my mental and spiritual health…. I needed an adventure. The politics of Illinois had taken bites out of my soul. They know how to kill artists in Illinois. So the adventure started with Moi, a Scottish blues singer named Jamima, a lovely Australian bass player named Charlotte, and Ping, (my Shi Tzu).
Off we were….
Now upon arriving in DC on our way, I managed to take these two girls around a little. Their close friend hosted us and took us to the Capitol. I had to go to the Lincoln Memorial just to say hello to my old friend Abe.
DC is a lovely town and I will always return to see the people and energy.
Now to New York City….
The MAIN reason I came to New York was to deliver a painting to The Capital Theater. I am taking my Jerry Garcia painting to the theater to have them hang it up. See the previous post to read that story. The second reason was to just see the city. To paint it’s energy. To hear the languages, and to be in it. Basking in New York as an artist.
I went around the Jazz clubs drawing caricatures. Meeting the locals and generally having a fantastic time. My travel companions had two friends their staying in a dope apartment in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Which happens to be the mural capitol of the region. Perfect for me to land here with my lift truck. Knowing this, I went around snapping pictures of the Bushwick Collective Project. The city had arranged to have the best Graffitti artists and Muralist from around the world come and paint…and paint they did. On every wall…on every sign…on every corner. Covered in fantastic art,
I found my place.
Being I have a lift truck, I was approached by a savvy young man who used to paint himself.He wanted some sign work done and knew how to get me in to the scene with The Bushwick Collective. Being a muralist helps…and owning my own lift truck helps more! Nooklyn is the name of this young philanthropist’s company and they find apartments for people with an app.
“I want to elimeante brokers”, he said… with the idea he has? He most certainly will. Look them up at Nooklyn.com and support a new young start-up.
I then went into Manhattan. To paint at Washington Square park and find my old friend Joe Mangrum the sand artist. He is usually in the park making wonderful art out of sand….and then it washes away. I was told by the locals in Greenwich Village that he is a local hero and legend! Cool. I have not found him yet…but I will!
I went to painting the Arch in Washington Square. I was told it was a replica of the original is Paris. And on this night they were having a vigil for the victims of the attack on France. I pray for the families and knew I was standing on some sacred ground that day. So I made sure the painting was on point.
Using my spinning easel I was painting in my favorite style of little squares… I just like the way they build a work. Talking to people as I paint, I ended up really enjoying my nite. New York is a living city. A moving energy. A city of the world. So I wanted to capture that energy.
I was approached by several people about purchasing the painting and made some friends for sure. I was debating on who to sell it to and just about when Iwas gping to call one potential client back the next day about delivery? I got a call from the Mayor of NYC’s office. They wanted the painting to give to the French people in respect of their support and sympathy. New York can relate to this. Same as so many other nations.
I was blown away. Not even 6 days into my forst time in New York and my little painting is being given to a Nation from New York itself. I came to NYC to make some things happen. I guess I did. I would have been happy with selling the work for New York prices! BUT this? This is an honor. This is a once in a lifetime experience.
I delivered the painting to their offices and found myself in the middle of a photo shoot with me, my pup, and the painting. My first one. Very interesting experiemce. The photographer was great and Ping was not marking every chair in the city office. I asked if I should clean up some, because I have traveled far and living in the van with my Shi Tzu in Brooklyn is a bit rough. But they got the full artists character. I am dying to see the photos.
I am still here and hope to see a little more of New York. I for sure have got a Cinderella story to share with my grand kids and not to mention? My painting is going to France.
I am still speechless.
I will update as more stuff happens…. This is not over yet…