Hispanic Society of America

Recently, I have found myself in Hamilton Heights three times a week for a temporary job placement. As a result, I have promised myself to explore the area and visit a part of the city that I haven’t explored much of. The first thing on my agenda? The Hispanic Society of America. 

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First, let us begin with saying that visiting the museum is absolutely free. Yes. Free. And when living in an area as expensive as New York City, you take every free opportunity that comes your way.

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Secondly, because of my picture taking obsession, I had no room on my phone. In fact, my camera wouldn’t even open. So my solution? Take pictures on snapchat and save them to my phone. This, unfortunately, resulted in some very poor quality photography.

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The Hispanic Society of America is located inside the Manhattan campus of Boricua College right across Trinity Cemetery (where you can see the grave of Alexander Hamilton if you’re interested!).

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The biggest draw is perhaps the main room which is grand and obviously poorly captured by snapchat. But if you go upstairs, you will find larger paintings.

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New York Public Library

Recently, I found myself in the New York Public Library. While there are endless libraries in NY around every corner, this is the one. The one where you can’t even study in if you wan’t because it’s so crowded with tourists. Check out the photos below to see why:

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Worry No More

IMG_1315[1]I recently took a trip to one of my favorite museums in New York City: American Folk Art Museum. This museum contains works of art by artists who were self-taught, many of who were in mental institutions. That alone is what draws me to AFAM so frequently. There is something so intriguing in witnessing how the mind and passions of an individual express themselves without any influence from the outside world.

While the museum is truly worth visiting, the museum shop is worth a trip in itself. The shop is deemed as one of the best in the world based on its uniqueness: the whole shop is composed of self-made artisan products. It is here that one can find the most special little gems. And that is just what I found on this trip.

While strolling through item after item, I came across a little cubical filled to the brim with these tiny handmade dolls from Guatemala. The back read as follows:

“Worry No More: There is a story that when the Mayan people of Guatemala have worries, they tell them to the worry dolls and then put them under their pillow at night. By morning, the worry dolls have taken all the worries away.”

It was at this moment when a thought possessed my mind and I have not been able to get rid of it since. Do I worry? Worrying is a consuming habit that many people struggle with. In fact, when it does overtake me, it can be draining, overpowering, and unshakable. However, I have found in recent years that I have shed my habit of worrying – but not for the better.

Instead I have replaced it with avoidance. I see myself avoiding issues and struggles in my life that would otherwise provide me with great stress. The problem lies with the fact that by avoiding them, although I relieve myself of worry and stress, the solution is only temporary.

This has never been more apparent than recently in my life. An event occurred that required me to rearrange the path I was going on. But instead of approaching the problem and figuring out how to come to a solution at the time in which it occurred, four months have pass. Today, the source of my worry has not gone away but rather grown larger and become more dangerous. What solution do I have now but to worry?

Why is it that I only find myself in these drastic extremes? I either allow the issue to consume me or assume it does not exist. How does one find the right balance between the two? How can I go about achieving this? In the meantime, I have the worry dolls to bring me comfort.

Christmas in the City

IMG_0441[1]One of my favorite things about NYC is how magical it becomes during the holiday season in December. One of the most popular spots to see? Rockefeller Center. Here are a few pics I took the other day.

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I will like to note that I actually do not know the family in this photograph. I just wanted a picture of the angels and did not feel like waiting for in the long line of people who all wanted to take a picture at this spot. So snap away I did.
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Happy Holidays 2015 Everyone!