Falcon Crest

A few weeks ago I reposted pics from last year of the falcon that visits our office every summer. Well, guess who just showed up? She was nice enough to alight on the west side of the building this time, which made for more dramatic images.

We’re 50 floors up. Too high for sparrows and pigeons. Okay for falcons and helicopters. Look at her pose. What a diva. She knows she’s being photographed.

We know when she’s outside because we hear her screeching. She calls her chick and teaches her how to dive off the building and attack some poor, unsuspecting bird or rodent. Here, she’s scoping the area for lunch.

The following morning, a rare treat. The baby makes an appearance. This isn’t a great shot but she was only there for a few fleeting moments. Mom will perch outside our window for 15 or 20 minutes at a time. People line up to take her picture.

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This is an interesting piece. It’s a collaboration between Andy Warhol and Jean-Michel Basquiat. Pretty obvious who did what. It’s from Tommy Hilfiger’s collection and was sold in London in June. Call me tacky but I would totally hang this up.

Andy Warhol and Jean-Michel Basquiat
New Flame
Est: £1,700,000—2,000,000
Sold for £2,408,750

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This is Ladder by Crazy Marina Abramovic. I saw it in a group gallery exhibit.

Last year she published her memoirs. It’s a hysterical example of tortured artisté navel-gazing and pretentiousness. As as child, instead of playing with toys, she “…prefered to play with the shadows of passing cars on the wall.” She made that up to sound cool, right? She didn’t actually do that, did she?

She was born into a wealthy Yugoslavian family and enjoyed maids, theater tickets, paintings, a grand piano. A world of privilege. All while the rest of the country scraped by in post-war poverty. Yet, she writes of the “…tyranny of support.” She complains about “…changing planes so often, museum and gallery openings, endless receptions…” What a loon. She should try the Port Authority bus depot at 6:20 a.m. My finest art.

She’s quite the gas bag but I *do* like her work. I saw her retrospective at MoMA in 2010 and loved it. Perhaps her odious comments are part of an elaborate performance piece. I hope so.

I ran my finger along the knife edge. They were dulled. Of course they were! What were you thinking?

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Morning meta moment. Walking down 42nd St. on my way to work I looked up and saw a billboard for an HBO series about 42nd St. Different era. Same pavement.

56 thoughts on “Falcon Crest

      • Art does not have to represent anything recognizable to be art so I suppose it does not have to draw blood, either, even though it is sexier if it *could*. Maybe it was intended to look menacing without actually being so, neutered as a statement so to speak, rather than being done for the safety of any people who might feel tempted to check if the blades were sharp or not. Who knows.

      • That’s s good point. If being something recognizable was a requirement the museums and galleries would echo with emptiness. I did like the piece. I like a lot of her stuff. I just don’t want to have a beer with her. I’ll have a beer with you instead!

      • Maybe it only applies to writing:
        “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” – Ernest Hemingway.

      • One old grainy pre-dawn picture done on a 110 Instamatic. The only neon is for Bond’s and you can see the Sony sign in the background. In the days of the 24 picture roll and development costs, I was saving my picture taking for other sights.

  1. You’d hang that Warhol-Basquiat crap? Really? Oh well, I guess if you spent all that money for it you’d have to hang it.
    I’ll stick with Picasso.
    And great falcon shots!You’re a lucky son of a gun.

  2. After reading about Marina Abramovic’s upbringing and tyranny of wealth, I’m starting to wonder if the shadows of passing cars on the wall were generated by her family’s team of chauffeurs riding around in family’s limousines while a butler held a floodlight so that Marina could play with car shadows.

  3. True confession: I played with shadows on my walls. Cars would come down the hill and project their headlights onto the slanted bits by the dormer. When I was little, I drove my sister who shared the room nuts trying to catch them. As I got older, I created fantasies of where they were headed. They never involved knives or ladders.

    Love the falcons. Much better than the vultures that visited my old office.

    • I used to make hand shadows of birds flapping their wings. That seems pretty pedestrian. Nothing like what you two were up to.

      The pictures are giving me some angina. If you click on them they are sharper. I’ve played with different image sizes but can’t seem to make them sharp in the post. I gave up. Because I’m a quitter.

  4. I’ll give her ten minutes one afternoon with the shadows of cars, tops. It was most certainly not a choice made often enough to justify it taking up ink on paper. But the blades, though. I wonder if she tried orienting them all the same way.

  5. Great shots of the falcons and views over the city. Love them! Take them to the gallery immediately!

    Well, of course you ran your finger against the knife blades…Now if the artist had been smart, one of those 9 blades would have been lethal. Twisted? Maybe.

  6. Great photos, especially the first. Something about the juxtaposition of the huntress and the steel buildings seems to scream New York.
    “Morning meta moment” has a really nice ring to it. 🙂

  7. It’s possible she tried to play with the shadows of passing cars, but it makes her looks stupid not cool. Most children would get bored in 10 seconds after realising that shadows don’t interact with them.

    That falcon is too cocky for my liking. How about trying to unsettle it by showing it a picture of an eagle or something?

    • But saying you played with shadows instead of toys as a child makes you sound like a SPECIAL FLOWER. I’m not sure she intended to look special in a negative way, which is what happened.

      I’d like to put a hunk of liver pate on a stock and feed her but, unfortunately, our windows don’t open.

  8. I’d hang it, too. And there are a few people I’d lend that ladder to, but I’d sharpen the blades first – or maybe just one to lull them into a sense of false security.

    Great falcon shots, including the one of the chick.

    • You’d hang that painting because of the way it looks or you’d hang it because the canvas was touched by two greats? I’m about half and half on my rational. Not that it’ll ever matter.

      If you’re going to sharpen blade, it’d have to be the top one, right?

      I took an even BETTER shot of a newborn falcon. Just wait until next post!

      • Because of the way it looks, I love both artists, but have a real soft spot for Basquiat.

        It would really, I had thought the second top for some reason, but I think you’re right.

        I’ll be checking back all the time till you post it!

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