The Gates
After two weary weeks with the flu, I've finally been to see the Gates. I know I'm behind with this. You've probably already seen Aaron's beautiful pictures. But the photos of the Gates don't exactly capture what I love about them. Some New Yorkers hate them and haven't even walked under them, dismissing them from their seats on the bus, but I wish they would get out because they're missing it. It's true the Gates aren't actually pretty. In fact when I first saw them out of the corner of my eye on 6th Ave, I thought they were a construction site. But then walking among them, under them, you forget that they're not pretty and you think they're BEAUTIFUL, the way a woman who is not very pretty can convince you that she is actually stunning.
Walking under them makes you feel like royalty in a pageant, or the star of a parade. It makes you feel like you are in a place of Very Special Beauty. And you are. Everyone should feel that as often as they can. That's why it kind of makes me sad that it's in New York because New York gets everything. We get the ballet and opera. We get all the chocolate we can eat. We get Paul Taylor for a whole month every year. And after the Gates are gone, we still have the incredible Central Park, ungilded.
Walking through the Gates made me wish that my friends outside New York could come see, but even more than that, it made me want to give something to the city. It made me so grateful for all the beauty. This is what I love most about the Gates. It's not just me either. I overheard a woman say she wanted to buy some of Cristo's art just to thank them. The Gates have people walking through the park just smiling, and strangers talking to each other about art and beauty. That doesn't happen every day. It sounds corny but it really is enormously special.