I just returned from my first visit to New York City. It was wonderful and brief and I fell in love and somehow, I managed to miss out on every single art gallery and museum. Sheesh.
Why, you ask me? What happened?
I will now confirm the airheaded-ness that most of you have always suspected I possess, by telling you the truth. I forgot. I forgot all about the museums I have waited most of my life to see, because she seduced me.
New York City seduced me. And I loved every single crazy, magical moment of it.
How did she do it? With lights and colors and flashing billboards and music and vibrant electric people-energy! Here, let me give you a small glimpse.
I thought my seizures would have kicked in with all these colorful, flashing lights, but they didn’t. I only had one seizure, and that was during a performance of the Lion King. I hardly noticed though; I was having a panic attack because I was stuck in the middle of a row, and with all my sweating and deep breathing, it came and went unnoticed by anyone but me. What a case.
But a show unlike anything I have ever seen! The sets, costumes, music, and performances were off the charts! It transformed me to Africa!
And the biggest surprise? The City of New York herself is the most unique and stunning display of art I have ever seen!
I forgot all about galleries and museums because everywhere I looked I saw amazing things.
It started with the view from my room.
And the people on the streets. AS art. And making music.
NYC is the fashion capital of the world because even her buildings are the best dressed anywhere!
Even Mother Nature gets in on the act.
Sometimes her buildings are clad only in red, white, and blue.
I never imagined buildings as being beautiful. Until now. These unadorned and magnificent buildings decorate the skies.
Reflections of buildings.
Reflections of a child. (Do you see me?)
I even made a few creative new friends!
(Yikes! It looks as if I’m being groped! Lol).
But NYC is not limited to artful people and buildings. No, there are also plenty of wonderful sculptures!
And the message is everywhere.
We must not forget to . . .
Checkout time is 12:00 noon.
Gosh, I love this city. Until next time, New York . . .