It’s a little tentative in NYC, like a rain is poised to slice open the clouds, and a bit chilly. We’re right on the cusp of fall, when the trees bend over and die and the wind whips through the buildings and bites at our faces. Here are some still lifes by local artist Jesse Frohman to remind you of what comes after this season and the next… beautiful, revitalizing life.
September 12, 2008 at 5:30 pm
Straddling the cusp of silence, purposefully waiting for a sign of surrender. There’s something mildly soothing in that moment…. AHH! Eventually something happens.