September 25, 2022

Father’s Day at the MoMA, 2021

by Madeleine Beckman At the Cézanne exhibit – I cried looking at his drawings, reading Cézanne drew every day. He made pencil and paper breathe the way you could – while waiting for me to emerge from ballet class quickly sketching on a restaurant napkin. Some of Cézanne’s work in the exhibit wasn’t good, he […]

Bisecting Paths

I was at the Mudd Club you were too                   probably watching or with another young artist high (most of us were) on something potent          but not as potent as youth. I was probably dancing (what I did back then). Music was my drug, movement my master – every muscle, tendon taut, tantalized in that den lacking […]