There are simple pleasures in life that we tend to take for granted. on a hot day when you are really parched and on your way to dehydration, a cool class of water tastes like it is the most decadent libation on the planet. the same could be said when you are inside an airplane, sitting at the gate after a long flight and the air quality is so bad that when you walk into the terminal, you breath that first gulp and immediately feel better.
yesterday I had two such moments like this. the first was seeing a Giacometti exhibit before it closed yesterday was planned. the second was me ducking into a church on 5th ave to get out of the rain and pray and seeming to walk into a service with an amazing boys choir singing.
the two were very different, but they were special moments in a day where I seem to be looking for water and/or a way to get out of the heavy/humid/wet air.
the Giacometti exhibit held me for a few hours and I confess, I took a photo of every sketch he did they displayed. I am not sure why his style resonates, as I realized most of his sketches appear to be very similar with people. the Guggenheim did a great job with exhibiting his life and work in time as you walked up to his final years. of course, it was the final years that never made sense to me – so I started there and probably learned more walking back through his life and realizing how and when he got his own style and voice. it was fascinating, and yes, I looked at his sculptures up close and with the time to realize how amazing his talent really was.
it doesn’t and didn’t matter what angle you looked at his work, all were great. I think of my really talented sculpture friends who do amazing work – and Giacometti’s eye stands way above what they produce.
the Giacometti was a cool refreshing drink on day where I was parched dealing and trying to help a few people dreams come to life – yet – there are others that don’t grasp the idea that helping others is normal to me. there isn’t a price to help. I just figure it is something everyone does?
the breath of fresh air came when I got caught in a what I thought was a passing rainstorm, but it kept raining and I found myself at the church of St. Thomas on 5th ave? it is a few blocks from St. Patrick’s, and I actually go here more to pray because there isn’t a swarm of tourists that appear to have found it. when I walked in there was a sign, “no photos during service” and it appeared to have one about to start, so I sat myself in the pew and just started praying.
I am not sure what denomination this church is, but what appeared to be a football team of priests and young boy clad in robes marched out and they opened the services with what sounded like a team of angels singing in this old acoustically lovely stone church.
yes, I was stunned at the beauty, particularly after I was staring at a friend’s idea to build a new studio control room. a few years ago we built him one that was really amazing, and with the new design for a new room – the design appears to be as close to perfect as one can make a room. since we both build, the material costs are high, but to job this out, I would hate to think of the cost.
it is like last time in Swiss, a co work space really needed acoustic treatments and they paid like 15, 000 for something that could have been made for a grand or two. I joke that a Swiss problem is they didn’t spend enough money. in the states, everyone is trying to get a rolls Royce for a dollar.
I digress…so I sat there listening to this amazing boys choir do a service. it probably was another, “oh great, yet another Wednesday service again…just a few people in the pews…what’s the point?”
the point is you had one guy notice just how amazing they sang, who had just had his glass of cool water and got a breath of fresh air.
it will sustain me for a while I navigate the path in the world where the human condition makes people think and do the weirdest things.
I keep saying I am going out into a cave soon – it would be easier if people all took some time to stop and drink some water and take a breath of air versus repeating their bad habits, not taking the time to grow and thinking life will change.
Einstein had a definition for that – it is called insanity.