Ginny and I spent Sunday in Beacon at the Dia art gallery, looking at the gigantic installations 
of conceptual modern art. Neither of us much liked or understood what was going on with the piles of sand or stacks of carpets or big holes in the floor, although both of us, and Ginny especially, liked the Andy Warhol Shadows series of paintings (above left), and I liked how Fred Sandback changed space by essentially creating frames with tightly strung acrylic yarn (above right) . It’s funny to think that Warhol was creating these paintings at about the time Ginny and I and Ann Marie Donohue saw Warhol in person at an exhibit we were attending at the World Trade Center, where Ann Marie said “Look! Andy Wyeth!” God, what a clot of powerful memories! Later we went into town and had lunch at an upscale diner run by a Polish lady. Ginny was much taken with the cases and earrings in the glass blower’s shop, and I liked the big mural created in tribute to Pete Seeger‘s efforts on behalf of the Hudson River. Much more our speed. All in all, a nice afternoon.
