It may be a different vista than the one Andrew Wyeth's Christina looked upon.
But Elisabeth's gaze, looking back or looking forward, is the same. A uncertain wonderment at a landscape that could become many things.
Will the hotel buy the building or will the lease be renewed? Will the block stay a working block of mom and pops or become another obituary in a vanishing New York? Will the studio survive or will it become another casualty to the diaspora of artists leaving for kinder land?
Will, for just a little bit longer, this stairway still lead us with uncertain wonderment to a landscape that could become many things?
