Third time is a charm.

My third trip to New York was not filled with drama, hospitals, or spending the night in the airport (well, almost spending the night in the airport). Rather it was filled with excitement, perfect company, and enough art to keep me happy.

Perusing the art fairs of Art Now and Red Dot Fair was far more enjoyable than even I was initially going to give it credit. It was a great feeling looking at artwork, talking with gallery owners, recognizing familiar faces in an unfamiliar place, and feeling so content yet excited and motivated by these surroundings.

With a happy heart, I subwayed my way over to the Whitney, meeting one of my favorite professors that I had in DC. As we sat for tea, she and I spoke of where life had taken us this past year. I will always appreciate her advice. We parted ways and I scoped out the Whitney Biennial for a while. Wandering through the first two floors, taking in as much as I could, before I landed at the fourth floor to listen to a tour. Fabulous tour with unique perspectives. I think it was the fastest 45 minutes in my life.

Sunday's art consisted of a visit to the Guggenheim where the show entitled "I want to believe" by Cai Guo-Qiang dominated the exhibition space. Pretty great stuff though, as we walked our way up the spiral I felt more and more connected to the work.

A smaller exhibition off the main course, From Berlin to New York: Karl Nierendorf and the Guggenheim was also interesting to me. Saw some great Klee pieces and a Leger that were worth taking note.

The Guggenheim wrapped up the art I saw during my art-filled 48 hours in the city. And with this brief description of the art part of my trip, I conclude that it was a fantastic time.