
“City of Boxes”
By Robert Beck
It’s different on the roof. You’ve got the air and the sun, or maybe a clear blue night. There could be weather, too. Looking out over the top of the city when it’s snowing, whispers Fitzgerald in your ear. The sound is different up there. Just having nothing above your head feels good. And the higher the building, the more abstract and unique being on top of it becomes. It’s almost as if the city gets stripped off your back and left in the hall when you come out the door, and you can see across the world as far as the clouds allow.
I don’t expect I will come to love the confining nature of the city; the grid pattern, the chaotic traffic and lights, and that strip of concrete where you are supposed to walk. I grew up straight-lining it wherever I went. A lot of us are that way; you can see it in the parks. The landscape architects pave winding lanes and raise fences, telling us where they want us to walk, but within weeks, people have started making shortcuts, going where they want to go. It’s part of the NYC mentality because it’s part of everybody’s. That squishy place between rules and looking after your own interests. Nowhere is that line less distinct than in a big city.
But that’s down there; people going from their day box to their night box, sometimes taking a moving box to get there. There are no walls or ceilings on the roof. I know there are thousands of people out there around me, even if I can’t see them.
One of the most influential paintings in American art was Cliff Dwellers, by George Bellows. It depicted the Lower East Side in 1913, with people spilling out of their tenements on a hot summer day. Things have changed in the past hundred years. I don’t see laundry hanging between buildings or families avoiding the summer heat by sleeping under the stars in Central Park like there used to be. Bellows and other Ashcan School Painters showed us the music in the everyday life of how it was back then.
Their work arrived at a time when the arts had been set free from those who dictated its form. The late 19th into the mid 20th Century was golden, especially here in the U.S. We started looking at and into ourselves. It was the age of permission. Permission to dream. Permission to try. Permission to say, “This is how I see it.” The future was being born around us, and a great spirit enveloped all of the arts. And from my roof, I can see a lot of the boxes it came in.
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Just so good, as always. Thank you so much for both the visuals and the words.
Thank you RB: As always, lovely painting and lovely writing.
A beautiful painting! And while I do love being down in the city grid—I can walk forever because there is so much to see—being up on the roof gives you a sense of freedom and privacy in a very public place. Thanks for sharing this.
You really outdid yourself on this one, Robert. Both the prose and the painting. Just beautiful!
Stunning painting! When I think of people sleeping outside, I think of the couple on their fire escape in Rear Window, and how they had to move the mattress inside when it started to rain.
It’s a terrific observation . . . that all of humanity has that innate desire to go where they want to go, not be told where to go or how to go. No one wants his or her life scripted for them.
And a lovely, evocative painting!
What a lovely essay. Thank you, Mr. Beck. If anyone is interested in learning more about the Ashcan School, Smithsonian Associates is presenting an online program about these painters on March 12 at Noon. Presentation by art historian Bonita Billman. See SmithsonianAssociates.org.
Beautiful
“Up On The Roof” is wonderful. I especially like the reflected light from the street up on to the buildings.
When this old world starts getting me down,
And people are just too much for me to face—
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space …
Thank you, Robert. You are a gift to NYC and the Upper Westside. I so enjoy seeing it through your eyes and your evocative paintings.
Okay, WHAT?! I thought the above was a photograph! Maybe you do see things as they really are! Or convince the viewer that it IS what it seems to be for you. Wow.
Great to read this, too. Thanks!