Art is uplifting. It’s a privilege, yet an absolute necessity in life, whether we’re aware of it or not. Art is also all around us. It can be hanging on your wall, it the mural on the street you pass every day, it’s the design of your phone, and some may even argue that it may be what you’re currently reading (I’d like to meet that someone). It gives us constant inspiration, and allows us to be more than mere humans going about the daily routine.
Everyone has an option about art. What is it – where does it end? Where can we find it? If it isn’t displayed in a museum – is it still art? My favorite part about it is trying to decipher if what I see makes me feel something, regardless if it is warmth or an urgent feeling of wtf. I think the most wtf-inducing work of art I’ve seen has been by Jeff Koons, and his exhibit at the previous location of the Whitney Museum. As a photographer, I like to think that I can see beauty in most objects, but the collection of vacuum cleaners and dishwashing sponges had me scratching my head. It all just got worse when going into the erotic department of his work. I did however LOVE the inflatable Hulk with half a musical organ stuck through it. As I said, I can see beauty in most things.
I am lucky enough to have friends that also appreciate the fine arts. And these are some fine friends. These fine friends also scold me when I tell them that there are so many museums that I still haven’t been to. On Friday, MoMA was on that list (yes, I have been ashamed), and thanks to Uniqlo for providing us with free tickets, I got to scratch it off.
It all started with a delicious lunch at The Plaza Hotel (where Neil Patrick Harris was apparently shooting something fun while we were there), and an almost-trip to Bergdorf Goodman (broke college student going to places she can’t afford). When we got to MoMA, we let go of all the past worries of a stressful pre-spring break week, and immersed ourselves in delicious art and wiggled our way through the crowds. Some of the notable exhibitions, in addition to the ongoing ones, were by Marcel Broodthaers and Jackson Pollock. While the latter is known for his drip paintings (even mentioned in Ex_Machina), the former used a lot of eggshells, and mussel shells. When speaking of wtf moments, we were admiring painted bones, until we realized that is was painted human thighbone.
In that moment I realized. I live for the wtf moments.