God, I love New York.
First stop in Astoria: The King of Falafel (it won a Vendy Award for best street food in NYC). Mostly lived up to the hype.
Second stop: Socrates Sculpture Park, where said falafel was consumed while sitting in a field buzzing with dragonflies amongst strange, amorphous sculptures in front of the East River.
Third stop: The Noguchi Gardens and Museum, a museum devoted solely to the work of the Japanese sculptor, Isamu Noguchi, whose 20th Century artwork made me think about -- you guessed it, the Aran Islands.
Noguchi (1904-1988), worked with huge slabs of stone (many different kinds, from basalt to marble). He didn't shape them into recognizable forms, but would work for a few months to a year or more on one piece, getting to know the stone by the process of slicing, chipping, hammering, polishing, to reveal all the stone's qualities.
|I believe this was a basalt sculpture. I liked the rock's natural color variation.|
(Or, if the islanders would have thought Noguchi was nuts for spending time playing around with rocks instead of farming).
|Limestone cliffs on Inishmore, near the Black Fort, eroding|
|Crikes and glints in limestone in Inishmaan|
|The Wormhole, Inishmore|
I feel like Noguchi would have gone crazy over the Wormhole. Look at all that color variation!