Day 0034

Last full day in New York. My month here has come to an end. Looked at the Hudson River School and wandered through most of the European Paintings section again at the Met for one last time. Felt very emotional. I will move on, the paintings will stay, shining out silently for as long as the museum exists. I'll perhaps come back and see them some day, or bump into them in an exhibition, with who knows what gulf between who I am today and who I will be then. All the atoms in my body will change, theirs will stay the same until the end of Western civilization.

Very amateur copy this one. Lost the expressiveness of the gesture, which is the entire point of the drawing. His shoulders are too small, his head not tilted up correctly, his clasped hands dimunitive. During the drawing these errors never occur to me, only after stepping back and 'finishing'. How to be disciplined? Need less cognitive load, need to not be tired or doing this at night. Here is the lovely original by Rubens, at the Morgan library in New York.