I head into New York City and the Metropolitan Museum
to see what draws me in and out . . .
I expect to feel my delight and curiosity.
Instead I stagger through the halls, overwhelmed and discouraged.
The buddhas and bodhisattvas do not comfort me.
The Egyptians seem preoccupied with death.
All the people wandering around appear to have attention deficit disorder -
but it's really me that has it !
Finally I get to the "primitives" - Oceania, Africa, Pre-Colombian -
and I painfully coax my pencil to the page . . .
