Wow, it’s been a little
over a year since my last entry. I swear I’ve been vigilant about my
museum/gallery going and the lack of entries is in no way an indication of my
passion, more of my laziness probably...
How else to restart this
blog but an entry on a recent visit to the MoMA, happiest place on Earth? One
early Sunday morning, I mustered the strength to climb out of bed and trek into
the city for a solo dolo museum day, no more pancake/doughnut/greasy hashbrowns
late Sunday mornings ugh.
Albright's Woman, kind of reminds me of Francis Bacon
I decided to check out the
American Modern exhibit. Critics have pointed out that the museum is heavily
skewed/preferential towards European artists and this exhibit was supposed to
be MoMA’s attempt at defending itself. To be frank, I thought it was a poor and
weak defense. The exhibit showcased a few recognizable American artists (O’Keefe,
Hopper, Sheeler), less renowned artists to fill in the gaps. There was no
overarching theme, which I think could have been easily extracted. Industrialism,
technology, isolationism, excess vs. minimalism, hello? The exhibit was
disjointed and the only thing the artists had in common with one another was
their nationality.
Hopper's Night Windows, some voyeurism
Finished the museum day
with a stroll around the permanent collection, which never ceases to amaze me
with its breadth and quality.
A little Duchamp Bicycle Wheel action
