Well, I have now been to New York City and I had the opportunity to visit both the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the MoMa.  It was very fun to have some complete art geek moments and see some of the art I studied up close and personal (much to the consternation of those set to keep the art safe).  I know if I get to go back some day I will want to spend most of several days in the Met.  I didn’t even get to lick the icing on that figurative cake.

The MoMa… I wasn’t blown away.  It had some really fabulous pieces (Van Gogh’s Starry Night; Umberto Boccioni’s Unique Forms of Continuing Space; Gustav Klimt’s Hope II for example).  Many of the pieces in the collection were more cerebral.  I understand it, I get what they are saying, but I wouldn’t get it if they weren’t saying it.  Without the explanations many of the paintings, drawings, sculptures, and installations are visually bereft.  There are instances where it is hard to separate the hard beliefs and concepts with the arse gravy.  (My son has been watching Steven Fry who I believed coined the phrase ‘arse gravy’.  I like it.  It is very descriptive).  I didn’t have any ‘moved to tears moments’ or squeals, but I did have two lovely conversations with security guards.