Art on Paper is located far downtown on a Pier by Southstreet Seaport. The city is covered in slush and snow, blurs of white and grey out of the window as my car flies around the southern tip of Manhattan. The moment I walk into Pier 36, I am welcomed by four mammoth Wayne White puppets seated just behind the entrance. There is a sweet little jazz band playing and what I notice is the smell of grilled cheese wafting through the air. It smells so good.
This article is reserved for subscribed members only. If you are already a member, you can log in here below.
Subscribe for full access to The Eye of Photography archives!
That’s thousands of images and articles, documenting the history of the medium of photography and its evolution during the last decade, through a unique daily journal. Explore how photography, as an art and as a social phenomenon, continue to define our experience of the world. Two offers are available.
Subscribe either monthly for $5 or annually for $50 (2 months offered).