It was a whirlwind out there today. And colder than expected. I returned to my studio after a tour de forts with my very favourite people from home. Amongst our adventures, I revisited the Balthus, we sampled chocolate, brought a muppet to life, clocked up the Cindy Sherman, belted out some Shakespeare in my Valentine's acting class, dined at the Neue and fetched to Grand Central whispering gallery. It was Cheryl Orsini's long awaited turn to be here, en famille, in New York, where so many turned out to look like a Maira Kalman painting come to life. They saw 2 celebrities, some old friends, her Italian relatives in New Jersey and a dead person being wrapped up on a subway platform. As if it were achingly pitch-perfectly art directed. Now that they have left town, the winds can go wild.
I am back at my desk, feeling sated.
