This 1970 Alice Neel painting, in the collection of the Blanton Museum of Art, The University of Texas Austin, looks like it was painted yesterday. Except it couldn’t be. No one can paint like this today. I came home with this photo and got my Alice Neel book out, the one I picked up at the Alice Neel show at the Whitney in 2000. This painting was there. It was at that show, where Peggi and I struggled to see one of her paintings. A guy in a wheelchair with an aide in tow was planted in front for the longest time. The aide finally spun him around and we were face to face with Chuck Close.
Our first night back in Rochester we met my brother and his Vietnamese lady friend at a new Asian restaurant just blocks from our house. The place was slammed and the service suffered but we had some delicious “Tom Yum” soup and brought a papaya salad home for lunch. Maureen Outlaw and her husband were sitting behind us and we learned the waiter had been on our flight for Atlanta the day before. We laughed about the announcement that our pilot was still in the parking lot while we were already on the plane.
It was sunny today with the temperature in the forties so the park was especially crowded. The lakes were still frozen but the witch hazel is in full bloom. We’ve not heard or seen any red winged blackbirds yet but the Winter Aconite is out. Saint Patty’s, the unofficial first day of spring, is just around the corner.
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