When everything suddenly loses its meaning, exposing the void of a human existence - I place myself in between of two Warhol’s noses: big and small, Before and After, [4]

The artwork’s replica used to hang on my tiny NYC kitchen’s wall, left there by previous residents, my friends. The original 1962 canvas is on view at Whitney Museum, it’s 6 feet tall - serves as a perfect backdrop for a selfie. I go there on a Friday night, for free.

After a spin of noses I approach a big-chested bronze mama - the sculpture just around the corner. A “Standing Woman” by Gaston Lachaise.

I count graceful ladyfingers — 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. This woman is in charge.

The pretty colored painting next to her is a portrait of Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney - American sculptor and art collector, the Whitney Museum’s founder. I stare at her in awe: all my favorite color combinations, silks. The poetry…

Feeling lost

Next moment - found

Trapped in New York underground

Elevator “A” to “One”

Dirt and rats - next level. Done?