“Dark Pines,” by Wolf Kahn, HW Gallery.
Once upon a time in Chelsea, New York, a young woman lived in an apartment on the sixth floor with a magical view. Facing north, there was the Chelsea Hotel, and the Empire State Building, and the spire of the Chrysler Building: stolid, yet ever-changing, amid sunrise or fog, rainbows or fireworks.
Directly across the street was a modest, low brick building, headlined in silver letters that stood up from the roof bearing the charming legend: STAR CINEMA SUPPLY CO. Underneath were three large windows, partially covered, that allowed glimpses of brilliantly colored canvases – and glimpses of a person too. The canvases moved around, disappeared, and were replaced by new ones. What could be seen of them was immensely alluring, and mysterious too: Who was their creator?
One day a stranger mentioned by pure happenstance to the young woman (who was me), that the painter in the nearby building was named Wolf Kahn. Aha! Now I knew where to direct my appreciation – and a check, should I ever be able to purchase a painting.
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