New York (a story)

new york a story

New York city was, is, a haunting motif to draw, to paint. I made paintings of New York since I was a kid. I guess is time to paint again.

Actually my passion to paint New York pictures is much bigger than my desire to visit it. Sure I’d like to go some day to there, but I’ve this esthetic feeling that not other city with skyscrapers awake in me, except, although not so strong, Chicago. It has a haunting charm and an elegance proportioned and classic. Except for a blonde girl someday I met online in those social networks before facebook that designed beautiful jewels, being herself a jewel of woman and my personal queen from there.

Once I read that New York city has the fortune to be open to the Hudson and the Ocean so it has a balance between the buildings that grow to the infinite sky but aren’t crowded among hills but to the vast sky. Could be, but I don’t feel the same with the images of other cities. Although there is one building I don’t like and it’s the UN building.

I drew it when I was studying architecture at university some six or seven years ago in the class of technical drawing. It was the last class so I asked to paint something I could enjoy because it was just a formalism to end the semester. The building seems to be the Rockefeller Center at 50’s but sadly I haven’t the photograph to search the photographer.

My favorite series about New York City are the art by Giger. Every painting and drawing has an spirit that I think match a bit my feeling about the images of New York.