MOMA is my favourite museum in New York City.
A sensitive extension was designed by Yoshio Taniguchi.
The building has a gentle way of coaxing you to rest, reflect,
The contemporary art collection on the 5th floor although not extensive, packs a punch.
I was a little overwhelmed seeing Matisse again. Memories of my younger self who once worked and dreamt in this city, and all that has happened since, came rushing back. This painting especially, feels like an old friend. So many tired days were spent sitting before it, seeking solace.
The one change I noted as I walked around was that I now, actually recognised and understood more, than Starry Night!
I spotted Paul Gauguin- Still Life with Three Puppies 1888.
My art teacher’s voice surfaced in my head- What was Matisse trying to say about colour? Paintings within a painting… Note the compression, the blurring of the tablecloth (Gauguin)…
Futurism… roots in Italian…. man as machine, superman, heroic, even today, this obsession with technology… Transformers… quotation of the winged feet… Hermes… (Uh oh- I cannot remember who sculptured the above…)
This one, I do know! Marcel Duchamp, 3 Standard Stoppages- I was paying attention!
Matisse and his paper cut-outs… end of his life, infirm, the scissors replaces his paintbrush.
On the lower floor, there is a current exhibition on Picasso’s sculptures. I’m not really a Picasso fan, but a few things touched me with their strong, fluid shapes.
There is also a Walid Raad exhibition, but I wasn’t able to engage in an attentive manner to what he offered.
To conclude my day of self-indulgence, I dined at The Modern (1 Michelin star).
- The Museum of Modern Art, 11 West 53 Street