The Museum of Modern Art in New York was a marvel to behold. It was our first rainy day in NY, so we figured it would be a good day to visit a gallery – along with the rest of NY. Nevertheless, we saw some marvelous art, most of which I have only ever seen in a book.

A special treat was a mesmerising exhibition of Bjork’s life work – film, costume, poetry and journals

We saw many European works, it’s hard to convey the thrill of turning a corner and seeing a Picasso, a Van Gogh or a Klimt.

2 thoughts on “MOMA

  1. The wonder of seeing something that is iconic to you but only known from a book. I think it’s particularly true for Australians who were schooled on things European and English. Discovering that it’s so much more, in texture and colour and size! This really hit me when I got to see Monet’s Waterlillies series – from an A4 page in so-so colour reproduction in Gombrich to a painting that filled an entire wall. But the same frission of excitement applies for me to monuments and places too.


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