ARTisSpectrum Vol. 31, May 2014 - page 120

ARTisSpectrum | Volume 31 |
The muse is alive and kicking in New York City. I know the muse can be found anywhere if I only know how and where to look for
her. She can be found in the secret smile of a woman or in the quiet whisper of the wind on the surface of the sea. Often the muse
hides quietly, waiting to be found. As an artist I try to capture fleeting moments and create beauty out of instances that are not
immediately obvious if you don’t look at them just the right way - so I’m always looking for my muse.
In New York City the muse is hidden in plain sight. From beyond those gridded and deceptively organized city streets, the muse
shouts and grabs and pulls at you by the hair, and she will not be ignored. She’s in the heat of battle with Spiderman on the streets
of Times Square, and in the cab with the taxi driver chattering away in Hindi and Russian and Spanish. She’s right next to you when
you’re getting your $1 coffee from the street vendor you go to every morning before work, and she’s running down the subway stairs
to catch the same train as you during rush hour.
No city in this country compares to New York in its wild and exquisite disarray. The color, rhythm, and chaos can make you feel like
a blip in the universe, insignificant and small, or it can make you feel alive with its energy, an intrinsic part of something great and
incomprehensible. I let myself get lost in the madness of the muse that is New York City for the few days I was there, and I can’t wait
to go back and do it all over again.
No city in this country compares to New York in its wild and exquisite disarray.
Anthony Liggins
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