Last week I celebrated my 39th trip around the sun.
And I spent it sick.
Don't worry, it was just a cold and a mild sinus infection and I'm fine now. But those couple of days SUCKED. Started Saturday, finally got my smell and taste back around Thursday.
Well, on Friday I was well enough to venture into Manhattan again since my birthday week is one of the vacation weeks I get off every year.
If spice level 7 from Ichiran wouldn't clear the sinuses, nuthin will. Thankfully, it did.
And it was a bit of a spur of the moment thing, but I finally went to see the Museum of Modern Art. I always wanted to see it, and I'm glad I did.
Fun fact: this was the first painting to enter MoMA's collection. And it was just hanging on a wall.
Right next to this famous piece, actually.
Of course they had a Georgia O'Keefe. The funny thing is that there's a lot of placards that are geared towards kids. The one under this one more or less said "hey kids, notice how Georgia O'Keefe worked with curves in this painting?"
Yes, yes. Curves. They knew what they were doing.
They even had a few drawings from it.
Other highlights from the fifth floor:
Then I finally made my way down to the fourth floor, which was where they kept Warhol's works.
Two of his other works.
"They're just paint splatters." Well, sometimes painting is more HOW you paint something, rather than what it looks like when it's done. Different methods of dripping paint netted different shapes and lines.
Or sculpting, for that matter.
And sometimes sculpting is stuff that's cobbled together.
A lot of times, art is rebellious. Sometimes it's the subject matter.
Other times it's putting a rope on a block and calling it art.
Or you're a troll like Duchamp where you bought a shovel that caught your eye, signed it, hung it from the ceiling, and now it's in a fancy art museum.
Plenty of photography was on display, too. This one caught my eye.
And this one.
I really felt like the further into the 20th century I went, the more Modern Art, and modern artists, got more pretentious. People just straining the definition of what IS art. A lot of it I didn't get, but it meant something to the artist.
Then came the special exhibits.
First, a Wilfredo Lam exhibit.
I didn't know what to expect here, but these pieces just blew me away. I was sad that I was running out of time to get through everything, I could've spent all day in just this hall.
And then I found the Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera exhibit that had just opened.
And these were some highlights on the first floor:
Oh, there was plenty more good stuff, but I didn't want to show everything, now could I? I'm just sad I had to rush through the bottom floors because the museum closed at 5:30 and I got done with the whole thing with about fifteen minutes to spare. I couldn't even stop to watch some films or even go in some of the other special exhibits on the bottom floors.
But I have to share the other cool thing I did this month:
Just the sweetest human being. But I brought along a toy Mac Tonight to show him...and I forgot to take it out of my backpack until I was long done with this photo. I just hope another ten years doesn't go by until I can see him again and fix THIS, too.