03/20/2018 – My recent Spring Break was spent running around New York City. As a first time visitor, I can probably excused for embracing all the touristy excursions like Brooklyn Bridge, Times Square and Top of the Rock. Getting lost amongst the millions of passersby, I was struck by that famous opening monologue of (in my opinion) Woody Allen’s greatest film. NYC is thrivingly contrary, both beautiful and a metaphor of the decay of contemporary culture, simultaneously tough and romantic.
My first visit art gallery I visited was the Museum of Modern Art, or MoMa. There was 6 floors (1 closed to the public) that starred a mix of modern Art, contemporary art, photographs and installations.
On the fifth floor shows off perhaps MOMA’s crowning jewel – Van Gogh’s Starry Night. It is one of the art world’s most instantly recognisable paintings, one that transcends it into cultural immortality. As I have a replica poster hanging up on my wall, suffice to say, it was very cool.
Through the fifth floor, however, there was a number of artworks from Picasso, Monet, Matisse and Cezanne. My favourite paintings included Giorgio Chirico’s The Seer, and several by Seurat.
The fourth floor held a collection of Pollocks and Vir Heroicus Sublimis (aka the big red thing). Which aren’t necessarily too my taste, but remains quite captivating to see in person. Alongside Jasper Johns flag series, my favourite pieces were two by surrealist René Magritte, The Lovers and The Mystery of the Ordinary.
(and hopefully you can see a pattern in which I’m very fond of the early twentieth century surrealist movement).