Feb 4, 2016
The Rubin Museum in New York (which I am a member of) is becoming one of my favorites. It's small but always filled with groovy things. The entire 6th floor is full of masks from around Asia. The security guard who is in charge of the top 2 floors is now my buddy. He observed me drawing this. Now when I go there he gives me a big smile and handshake and wants to know if I am drawing or if I brought some sketchbooks for him to look at. I am now the proud owner of several museums in Manhattan, that seem to be my own personal fiefdoms. It's a nice feeling to be loved by the people just like our politicians are.