artscope magazine: July/August 2008 Welcome Statement: Brian Goslow, managing editor Letters to the Editor Past, Present, Future: ANISH KAPOOR ANDREW SAFTEL: How do we get there? WEDDED BLISS: The Marriage of Art and Ceremony A POLITIC, Gallery XIV El Greco To Velázquez: Art during the reign of Philip III Luisa Rabbia: Travels with Isabella, Travel Scrapbooks 1883/2008 Collector's Choice: Late 19th Century Vibrations OFF THE WALL: 2008 Annual members’ Juried exhibition Featured Artist Laurence Young An Artful Touch: An Artful Touch Gallery Everday Monuments: the Photographs of Jerome Liebling: SAM FEINSTEIN (1915-2003): A retrospective DORA ATWATER MILLIKIN: Geometry of Place Nancy Craig: New Paintings and Works on Paper, and Romolo Del Deo: New Sculpture and Bronze Furniture ALEX KATZ AND FRIENDS / THE GLEANERS BLACK WOMANHOOD: Images, Icons, And Ideologies of the African Body 215 College Street Artists' Cooperative Gallery Kevin Gilmore: Recent Paintings Paintings: Stephen Courbois, Sculpture: Pat Musick Penelope Jencks: Sculpture in Bronze, Terracotta and Plaster Theater: Counter Productions Theater: Ko FEST Music: Marblehead Summer Jazz Concerts and Festival of Arts Dance: Bates Summer Dance Festival Musings: FUNG WAH ADVENTURE Capsule Previews: May/June 2008

Musings: FUNG WAH ADVENTURE James Foritano Before I knew it was a bus line, I wouldn’t have known how to parse this exotic dual syllable. After last week, it seems obvious even to this non-Chinese speaker that “to fung wah” is a transitive verb ending in Manhattan. It took some chutzpah to envision myself riding the Fung Wah bus from its South Station terminal; but once seated inside that image, I saw the Museum Mile of Fifth Avenue unroll before my windshield. The Metropolitan and The Jewish Museum sparkled with exhibits I’d read about and coveted: Jeff Koons on the roof garden of the Met and “Action/Abstraction,” showcasing de Kooning and Pollock, at The Jewish Museum. I alighted in Chinatown just where The Manhattan Bridge enters the tip of downtown. Having emptied my wallet of a mere 15 bucks for the trip down, I was more than ready for my pas-de-deux with The Big Apple. Here it is perhaps suitable to caution my less sophisticated readership not to mistake the Buddhist Temple that stands cheek-by-jowl with the Fung Wah ticket booth as a restaurant. It is true that the jovial figure seated just inside the glass doors carries a pyramid of fruit on his lap, but that doesn’t make him an advertisement for the delights of good eating – no matter how hungry you are. The second establishment I walked into, just a few steps up Canal Street, recognized my need more readily and served two delicious helpings of Dim Sum. Practice makes perfect. I had reserved four nights at the Central Park Hostel at 19 West 103rd Street, just a block from Central Park. Forty dollars per night sounded, at just $10 more than round trip fare on the Fung Wah bus, just right. I was into thrift. To a Bostonian, directions in Manhattan are laughably direct. The lownumbered streets of downtown climb into the high-numbered streets of uptown, east or west of Central Park. And didn’t I have everything I needed in my simple backpack? Another note here to my less sophisticated readership. An extra pair of shoes, while admirable, is not a personal bar of soap, and extra underwear is not a fluffy towel and does lousy double duty as such. So, unless you are in a luxurious hostel, do please bring these personal items. Read the entire article in our magazine pages...