A Very Temporary Hawk Exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art starring Pale Male’s daughter

Hawk-tivity in the East Village has come to a near standstill as Gog pointed out earlier this week. So we ventured back up to Central Park this week to follow up on Pale Male and Octavia’s recently rehabbed and released fledgling (see WINORR releasing the bird, photos by Jean Shum, video by Cathy Weiner).

According to hawk watchers in Central Park, the bird has been on a bit of a cultural tour of 5th Avenue this week.  She spent time outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art, waited in line to see the Woman in Gold at the Neue, and even checked out the Kandinsky’s at the Guggenheim.

After a couple of days with no sightings, we got word that the hawk was back along the northern edge of the Met at 86th St. and 5th Ave. For hours, the hawk put on a live show for spectators, joggers, and dogs alike.  

While visitors were dazzled just to see the hawk so closely, it turned out that she was doing a one-time-only, live, interpretive performance of pieces in the Met’s collection.

We are proud to bring you the highlights of her show.  

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Art references (in order of appearance):

1. Inlay of “Horus of Gold”, 4th century B.C., Egypt

2. Banda Mask, 19th–20th century, Baga peoples; Guinea

3. Finial in the Shape of a Bird’s Head, 4th century B.C., Northwest China

4. “Butterfly” stool (model no. T–0521), 1956, Sori Yanagi 

5. Outermost Coffin, spring 1926, Harry Burton

6. Fan quilt, ca. 1900, American

7. Alabama Tenant Farmer Wife, 1936, Walker Evans

8. “Butterfly” ball gown, 1955, Charles James

9. Study of a Young Woman, ca. 1665–67, Johannes Vermeer

10. Bird I, 1986, Santiago Calatrava

          Congratulations and thank you to the lovely newlyweds!

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I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings! 

– Paul Laurence Dunbar