MoMA

Living in New York has taught me a lot about navigating through the world no matter what medium I'm travelling through. Whether that medium be love, streets, towns, trains, buses, work, or even simple works of art- I am learning more and more about how to find my way.

Here, in this little diary that connects my insignificant and common thoughts to the world, I feel as though I should relate more of my experiences in the city to the web. I will neither live forever nor be young forever. I should feel wiser if I record my thoughts, feelings, and experience here to reflect on later.

My First Visit to MoMA
February 25th, 2012

Precisely two months after my First Christmas in New York. I enjoyed the pleasant gift Rockafeller's Mother gave New York- The Museum of Modern Art. The exhibit I visited today before it was allowed to be shown to the public was the Cindy Sherman tribute. It was an array of characters all portrayed by the same common looking woman. Some of my favorite pieces were silly portraits of herself in renditions of famous works of art others were spread out in a misty range from recent to modern. My favorite work was of two torso+genitalia tied together by a single ribbon (the male part wore a cock ring and the female part wore a tampon). More than anything I enjoyed the fact that Sherman's common features gave her the magnificent ability to be the women and men that we all know and see. The women on the bus, the regulars at our favorite diner, these people who may or may not play a role in our lives, these people we don't always have a name attached to- she was everyone's face. Sherman completely submit herself to the art of impersonation.

Before Will and I were rushed out of MoMA by security officials I saw paintings by Monet and Khalo. One of the highlights of my day was helping Will see the beauty in Monet's water lilly pond.

The last thing I did before leaving the galleries for the long voyage on the escalader was watch a short film.