Harbor, by Frank James Meuschke, 2007
This morning a big rectangular box was presented to me by Vince, who told me that no, it was not from him.
Turns out it was from the artist who had painted what the box contained. It is a painting I have wanted for a long, long time, of gantries barely visible across New York Harbor, and one I have not been able to afford. It's a long story, and affording art is a relative subject. But here it was, and here it is, a gift whose generosity I find hard to process.
Frank Meuschke, Brooklyn-based artist and blogger. And cybermensch. Frank's paintings, especially the harbor and city sketches speak to me on a gut level, speak to me about the city I love, and represent it in the way I understand it, and in a way that I find thrilling.
I find it hard to say more. And thank you is inadequate. I wish I could lead everyone who wants to keep a piece of the city to themselves to Frank's studio...Then there is this one, which I love, too, though it is of somewhere I've never been. But maybe Somewhere I've Never Been, is the appeal.
Thank you, Frank. Our boerewors is your boerewors.
It rained this afternoon. Then this happened.