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Weekend Column: Artist Robert Beck Painted From a Roof Near Lincoln Square

December 4, 2022 | 1:15 PM
in ART, COLUMNS
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Painting by Robert Beck

Night Thoughts
By Robert Beck

It’s different at night, and more so when you are twenty stories above the streets, the traffic, and people making their way to where they have to be next. And you don’t.

The sounds are different. The direction of the noise alone makes it unusual. It is down there, and you aren’t in the middle of it, which makes it feel like a separate city. A there and here, which you don’t get when you are on the ground, even in the parks.

There are lights: streetlights, headlights, traffic lights, taillights, and store windows. The flush rises from the streets, stretching up the sides of buildings. Up is the only way out for the light down there, and it washes my face with an underglow as it passes. I can see it trying to escape the canyons in the distance.

I am up, and for a few hours, outside in a breeze of chilled air. Out among a million lights in a million windows. It’s what serves for stars in our city. Looking toward the drive and the river, I chuckle, thinking that Henry Hudson had the stars, but he couldn’t have conceived any of this. I’m reminded of the Steinberg New Yorker illustration and its lack of interest in anything west of New York. Columbus, Amsterdam, Broadway, West End, and the river; that’s all there is. Then some other stuff; who knows.

Down the block, they are constructing a ridiculously tall building that has weaseled its way into the neighborhood against all reason and enormous community objection. That’s a portion of Manhattan and its sky that people who stand here will never see again.

I turn my collar up. A police helicopter heads north over Central Park. A trail of lights string across the Bronx on approach to LaGuardia. The moon is just a sliver tonight, but crisp and awesomely bright in the liquid night.

My attention is pulled toward 66th again as a hollow siren wrapped in flashing lights cuts across an intersection down below, down there, in the other city.

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Mildred Alpern
Mildred Alpern
2 years ago

Marvelous movement conjures up Coke Porter lyrics:
“With a million neon rainbows burning below me,
And a million blazing taxis raising a roar,”

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Phoebe
Phoebe
2 years ago

@Robert Beck
I love these and can truly relate!
Thank you! I’m forwarding to some others who don’t live here and don’t get it. Maybe this will help, but it’s fine if it doesn’t;) I’m grateful to come from here and to stay put:) “Who could ask for anything more?”

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Judy
Judy
2 years ago

Love this painting. Thank you 🎯

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Lynas
Lynas
2 years ago

I’m wondering if Mr. Beck would be interested in showing his work on my kiosk (the “Cylindrical Gallery” at 83rd St. & Broadway).

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Carole Bolger
Carole Bolger
2 years ago

Bob your writing is magical. Your take on this city makes me see it differently Thank you for the marvelous painting to accompany such unique reflections. Happy Holidays! CB

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Elisabeth Jakab
Elisabeth Jakab
2 years ago

Thank you Robert Beck. I love your paintings. Will you be having an exhibit anywhere sometime soon? You write good too!

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Robert Beck
Robert Beck
2 years ago
Reply to  Elisabeth Jakab

Thanks, and stay tuned.

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Renie
Renie
2 years ago

Amen.

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Jonel C
Jonel C
2 years ago

Is the above featured paint looking east of 23rd street towards the east river? I used to have the exact same view and was curious. Thank you!

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Eloise Jackson
Eloise Jackson
2 years ago

I just love this painting and accompanying words. Such a welcomed respite from ‘sucker’ punching , subway suicides and pedestrian fatalities. Thank you!

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