In honor of the recent Met Gala, (a fabulous celebration of the centuries of art and Catholicism, and by no means appropriation as some critics have cried), I am celebrating some of my favourite artworks displayed at the Met.
It goes without saying that the Met is far too big to be explored in just one day (and I was pushed for time, so I could only spend a couple of hours there). Therefore, two handy tricks are necessary. First, pick up a map and circle which places you most want to see. Second, have in mind perhaps some of the art you’ve already heard about it to make sure you don’t run out of time.
With that being said, the art I desperately wanted to visit was Jacques Louis David’s The Death of Socrates
Socrates is one of those curious cases where we know him only by virtue of others. By this, I mean Socrates did not write, and what we know of him was recorded by Plato. The famous philosopher is known for his death, the martyr who died for his beliefs, executed at the hands of those unenlightened souls. Not just for the content, I love the looks of despair surrounding the calm figure who awaits death. It is a neoclassical masterpiece, I’m glad I got to see it in person.
Otherwise, I especially enjoyed some of the surrealist art on display.
A similar piece resides in the Chicago Art institute, and it is amazing to see how Juan Gris draws comparison with Picasso but retains a distinct style. The expression and palette of the face is uniquely Gris.
Otherwise, my love of JMWT compelled me to seek out some of his art.