Robert Beck

“Ball Game,” by Robert Beck Painting and Essay by Robert Beck I had a couple of hours to myself yesterday, so I went into Central Park to find some roasted cashews. There is a vendor at the south end of Literary Walk that I can usually count on to have them. I began my Spring-day trek at the 66th entrance. The path leads through a small, accessible triangle that is popular for morning dog runs, martial arts and exercise groups, low-budget birthday celebrations, and summer kids’ classes.

“Behavioral Modification,” by Robert Beck Painting and Essay by Robert Beck As I was about to walk out the door to battle with a project at my studio, my wife suggested another painting I should consider. I have my studio keys on a carabiner, which is almost always hooked on a belt loop over my right front pocket, where they can be tucked in so they don’t jangle (see: hearing aids, below). I forgot my keys on Wednesday and had to come back to get them.

Lukas Violins, by Robert Beck By Robert Beck Lukas Violins is a West End showroom and repair shop for fine stringed instruments. It has the ornate texture of a Victorian parlor or maybe a Roma caravan. Rich amber woods play against the greens and blues in the rugs, and the atmosphere is warm and receiving. Violins rest on the sofa, on tables, in racks, and in cabinets. I counted nearly a hundred, in addition to the cellos and a bass. There is music wherever you look.