It’s only been in the last couple years that I actually learned to enjoy a museum. I finally realized that I don’t have look at every single thing, love every single thing, or understand any single thing. I still tend to get visual overload, but I’m learning to let myself have a time-out from examining everything.
I’ve also learned that I do better on my own than with a group of friends in a museum. I tend to treat every activity I do as a group activity, when in fact I am capable of (and sometimes better off) going places by myself. On my own in a museum, I let myself wander. If something catches my eye, I stop. If not, I keep wandering.
I will say that the Guggenheim is the only museum layout (that I have encountered) that seems to fit my “wandering” logic. At the MOMA, for instance, there are so many side rooms and detours that I can’t intuitively gauge where I’ve been so sometimes I feel I’ve totally missed an entire portion of the museum.
It was kind of a long week at work and I wanted some “art” but wasn’t in the mood to see dance. Thanks to Pulsd, I was reminded of the MOMA’s Free Friday Night from 4-8pm. One friend was concerned about it being overly crowded, but I breezed in just after 6pm.
I’ve also learned that I’m drawn to the print & photography exhibits over sculpture & paintings.
Cindy Sherman’s photography gallery was stunning, although after viewing her clown-themed collection I’m more understanding of clown-phobia. The Printin’ Exhibition was enthralling and featured Ellen Gallagher’s DeLuxe collection of 60 sartorial collage-like works re-imagined and contextualized prints from books, magazines, brochures, etc. Gallagher’s pieces often highlighted the extremes of society e.g. the female drive for beauty. I was delighted to find a collection of 10 or so pieces by post-modern choreographer Trisha Brown detailing her process in creating dance works.
And what is this business about Andy Warhol previously being rejected by the MOMA? Everyone seemed to be in a tizzy about that. There were some frenzied conversations occurring by the one Marilyn Monroe Warhol in a room devoted to pin-up type subjects.
I needed the stillness of the museum. The art I’m usually surrounded by consists of moving bodies or me moving my body. I need to be among the art and have however many moments necessary to experience it rather than chasing it across the stage.