On one particularly rainy looking day in New York, we decided to head over to MoMA for some arty tourism. We got a little lost on the way there, because I am incapable of understanding the seemingly simple road layout of Manhattan. I had great difficulty in remembering which streets and avenues I was meant to be heading for – strange how it became such an issue when numbers were involved – I normally have a very good sense of direction. Anyway, with the help of a kind businessman, we found the museum.
Did I mention how friendly New Yorkers are when you’re used to Brussels and South East England? I didn’t get shouted at once!
The Museum of Modern Art has gathered almost 200,000 works since it was established in 1929. These span the past 150 years and we worked through in fairly chronological order. I like visiting art museums, but MoMA is big, and by the time we got into the most modern sections I was a bit tired of it all. One room contained a piece of steel you could walk on, and another contained a huge pile of dust.
There was an exhibition on called A Trip from Here to There, which featured various pieces of work based on travel, including some inked in maps which I was quite taken with. The photography exhibition was also good, although I can’t for the life of me remember who the photographer was (English, early to mid-twentieth century, portraits, some celebrity, some normal people, some nudes). Bad blogger didn’t take notes.
We thought this was a great way to spend a rainy day, with plenty to look at in a wide range of styles. Tickets are $25 per person, but we used our friends’ membership cards for free entry. Don’t tell MoMA!