Sight for Sore Eye.

"I see creative expression as a confirmation of the God within us, he the “creator”, we, made in his image and he, in ours. Embrace the cycle, perpetuate it."

This morning I woke up and ran to the bathroom. When I checked my reflection I noticed that the same puffiness that had appeared last night on my upper left eyelid was still present. I couldn’t believe my eye! How could this happen to me on a Friday! What was it? Would this affect my level of sociability this weekend and confine me to self-conscious purgatory? Was I to hide out for the next two days like the Hunchback of Notre Dame? I preoccupied myself with mirrors and worries and then I did what any concerned Metrosexual with health insurance would do. I finagled a same day appointment with an optometrist at New York’s, Eye, Ear & Throat Institute. A fifteen dollar co-pay later, I was off with the reassurance that it would not turn into a sty and a prescription to ensure it. As a sincere apology to my eye who I cursed all morning, despite its having brought me so much joy throughout the years, I took me and eye to the new Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) for some visual eye candy. Every Friday between the hours of four and eight admission is free. After a short ten minute line, I was wondering a world of innate desire for expression and architectural marvel. There were endless collections of beautifully cured works by artist from different places and periods. I lost myself in Post-Modernist blurs, abstract swirls, Renoir shadows, Picasso blues, organic Nagushi, mobile Calder, syphilitic Van Gogh, symmetric Lloyd Wright, and the surrealistic stampede of New Yorkers looking everywhere but where they were walking.