Thursday, April 22, 2010


If you try to reach the water's edge of the Hudson in downtown Manhattan, you will instead find a variety of barricades discouraging such efforts. This morning, however, yr painter-correspondent spied a scrambled shoreline with only a railing in the way, & thus was soon nosing about the pilings & rocks. Before long a friendly woman's voice came from the pedestrian path above. "You're looking for stuff for art, right?" Assured that she was correct, the woman said, "This is going to sound crazy, but one day I noticed something in the water & thought, That looks like Jesus' face--so I went down there & picked it up. It was wooden, & intentionally shaped. I said to myself, I have to take that home, and I did--I've got it on a little stand in my living room." She laughed. "So now I can say I found Jesus on the Hudson River. But I'm still looking for Mary."

1 comment:

Raining Acorns said...

It is as if these pieces are continuing the conversation you describe . . . although thinking again, and as your title suggests, it seems it is less a conversation than a monologue, with two poor little bystanders rendered mute!