.004 - The Abriged Museum Trip
My trip to the Museum of Modern Art, MOMA, was unfortunately a bit rushed due the horror of rain during the week and the people I went with not wanting to be caught in it along with complications like train schedules. I would have liked to gone to a museum where I would be able to view animation but that was horribly out of the question.
The first piece of art I aimed for was the only Edvard Munch piece I could find, The Storm, from 1893 was which depicts, according to the label there, --- a Norwegian seaside resort Munch and other artists frequently visited that was possibly inspired by a storm that happened there one summer. It was slightly disappointing that it didn’t improve my view of it being one of his least impressive works.
One of my favorite paintings of all was featured, of course. Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh was even the painting featured on the pamphlet I grabbed at the Ferry to make sure I knew when the place was open. I would recommend this in person over a picture.
Since I’m fond of van Gogh’s work – I also took a peek at Portrait of Joseph Roulin, which is just a strange painting in my opinion. It’s very strange looking in person.
Since I was rushed, none of the paintings I wasn’t aiming for popped out enough to stop or were something I’ve already seen and wasn’t at all a fan of to want to fill time in my notebook with. Paintings in person point out how messy I think most of these pieces are. A sculpture shaped like an old woman’s head stuck out that I failed to get the name of. It was black looking bronze and I almost fell over into it. It was rather ugly but considering how hard it would be to sculpt bronze, it has its appeal.
To the later art, I immediately set out to find Salvador Dali’s The Persistence of Memory, one of my absolute favorite pieces. The painting in it looks almost flawless and it’s extraordinary in person, however I would rather view it on a very high quality screen that wouldn’t mute the colors where one can take in every detail. It’s better viewed large.
Next up, because it was noted in class and the sheer size of it attracts attention, is Jackson Pollock’s One: Number 31, which is perhaps the ugliest thing I have ever seen on a wall, in my opinion. I am far more attracted to it when not in person.
The Campbell’s Soup Cans by Andy Warhol was viewed. I’m mostly indifferent to it now but in person would probably be better for the viewing of giant soup cans.
Now there was paintings, some which were intriguing but most of which I wasn’t fond of from this fourth floor. While I wasn’t not attracted to them like I am with something from Dali, they were particularly attention grabbing – The Sculptures. If one could call them sculptures. They certainly raised eyebrows. One like Sleeping Figure by Louis Bourgeois, made me think it was a broken coat stand until I read the description. The sculptures were a mix of something broken I might find in a thrift store that could be interesting and something in my garbage.
Overall, I prefer the museum with the dinosaur bones.
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