Yesterday I made my first ever visit to the Frick Museum in New York. Score that a ten for the wow factor. What a collection! Three incredible Ver Meers. Two astounding Turners. One of Velázquez's most impressive large scale portraits of Philip IV, El Greco's portrait of St. Jerome*, and a long etc. And that's just the painting! We didn't have time to really absorb the sculptures, the room designs, furniture, etc. I'd like to go back on my next visit to New York, for we only had time for a superficial, 90 minute visit. Daniela seemed to enjoy her class at the School of American Ballet and thought it went well. While we waited Asun and I had a very pleasant conversation with a woman whose daughter was also there. She and her husband have a dairy farm near Kutztown, PA and it was quite interesting to talk about that and about the efforts they have made to allow their daughter to engage her passion. The girl is seventeen now and studying with Peter Boal out in Seattle. Speaking of whom, the Pacific Northwest Ballet is in New York this week. Unfortunately last night's show at the Joyce Theatre was sold out, so after the visit to the Frick we went back to the car and headed back for Carlisle.*And speaking of Jerome, Jay Ohlsten and I will be collaborating this year on a future, prize winning play, a tragicomic drama of everything. Jay is as yet unaware of this. Well, he is, but he doesn't know he is. It is a matter of his unaware awareness. More soon!
