I have been staring and consuming and testing my new town with alternating intensity and timidity. Holding the whole experience in my embrace, then at arms length.
I wandered through the Robert Frank exhibit at the Metropolitan a few weeks ago (“Looking In: Robert Frank’s The Americans) and found some words to live by on almost every exhibit wall. Whether printed image or words pasted or projected. These words came early in the exhibit:
“I am always looking outside, trying to look inside, trying to say something that is true. But maybe nothing is really true. Except what’s out there. And what’s out there is constantly changing.” (Robert Frank, 1985)
I don’t know what is true, but occasionally I’m taken out of my judgmental reverie to revel in the simple play of light across painted surface and the chance reflection of a long owned print. Smiling. Saying something for that one moment that might be true.
© Martha Wade Steketee (November 19, 2009)