I'm always happy for a walk in Central Park, especially in winter: it was looking as good as ever today. En route to the Met, to see the Helene Schjerfback show - a Finnish painter I's never heard of until this show was announced - late C19th and first half of the twentieth century, passing through realism to a kind of mysticism - as here - which were the works I liked best, especially when influenced by her time in Italy - to still lifes and endless, increasingly angrily melancholic self-portraits.
Met up briefly with a grad student who's a Fellow in the Met this year, and then on to a show about quilts and ecology at the American Folk Art museum: textiles; dyes; recycling - really, very like my class on quilts in my US art course, but this meant I took lots of useful images;
and then back for one last spectacular sunset from the apartment before taking last night's party host out for a spectacularly good Greek meal.
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