Sleepwalkers, Night 10
I don't know. This is just great. The circle divided. Almost squared off if you look just past the surface. Of course, it's tempting to go all theoretical on your ass with this image, but I won't. There's nothing to do but just stand back and be filled. Let everything flow from that. Even theory.
I mean, it is difficult to look at this photograph--considering the metaphor that it holds--without thinking of Roberta Smith's comment about "the house that cubism built".
Tonight's art/booze bonus came before viewing the installation when I had a martini with a friend at The King Cole Lounge at the St. Regis. This is one of my favorite places in the world, not to mention New York City. Warmth, a Maxfield Parrish mural, and a certain sense of denial. What's not to love.