Can you find the tiny spot of water centrally located between the two skyscrapers? That’s New York Cities’ East River. It’s mesmerizing to think that all those skyscrapers were made by man. It is astounding to even begin to absorb that idea. Here, overwhelmed by the massive density of the city, something in me craves the water. I’m seeking it out, I need the relief it gives me.
It is easy to forget that Manhattan is an island completely surrounded by water, accessible only by bridges or tunnels. Even though there are now more areas where the river bank looks park-like, most of the New York City waterfront surrendered its natural beauty to the commerce that shaped the city into a world capital. A trade off that is still active today.
For me, spying that little patch of green blue water gives me a comforting flicker of watery energy. It’s a sensation that alleviates worries and makes me feel at ease, a pleasure to unexpectedly stumble upon while deep in the city.
Until next time,
This month I will again be donating 10% of my sales to the Peconic Land Trust as our highly anticipated and always well attended early October annual exhibition opens October 4, 5, 6 at Ashawagh Hall in Springs – East Hampton (Save the date, invitations coming soon)
I am a founding member of Plein Air Peconic, the artist group dedicated to helping the Peconic Land Trust conserve the natural beauty of the East End of Long Island.