Looking outward, Looking inward

I'm not ready to leave the images from New York City. The view out to the brilliant October day, where the leaves are changing. Looking out as if those windows were my eyes and the dark chapel was the interior of my body. (I imagine you  sleeping in the cathedral of your mother's womb.)

And turning our attention in a different direction: Art is a way to look inward at our own thoughts and perceptions of the world. This is a collage from Robert Motherwell, early in his career, created during the Second World War (1944). He called it: Jeune Fille. Or Young Girl.

Even here in a back gallery at the Guggenheim Museum, you are on my mind.