Preparations for the New York City Marathon are intense right now. Banners have been hung to mark the route, and seating and barriers put in place. For days now runners from around the world have been training in the park, and their friends and families are milling about too, with maps, needing direction and orientation. I could have stayed out in the Park all day and just given people advice about what exhibits they had to see.
Kurt Fearnley. But correct me if I am wrong.
I get very choked up every time I watch a race. I don't know what it is, but marathons touch me deeply. I feel connected to something ancient and powerful in the human spirit, watching the intensity of competition, the determination, the splendor of strong bodies in motion. I imagine what it must have been like to live in ancient Greece, and I think about how my beloved friend Caroline has run the New York Marathon--I doubt that women did this in ancient times. I am in awe of her prowess. Whoever this paralympian is, may he fly with the wind.
I went over to the Asia Society to see the Yoshitomo Nara show, Nobody's Fool--I am charmed by his punky, beguiling paintings and sculptures, and this is the first major exhibition of Nara's work in New York. In the lobby, artist Joe Mangrum has created a gorgeous rangoli of colored sand to celebrate Diwali, India's festival of lights. Rangolis are traditionally made with different spices, and during Diwali they are created outside of the home with the hope that they will attract good fortune. Let this rangoli be a fervent wish for great luck to everyone running on Sunday.