What do you do when you’re in New York City in the worst spring snow storm in a recent history? You go to the museum of course. You, Me and Fifty Thousand other people.
Like well muffled lemmings we line up at the MoMA, pay for tickets and shuffle off to line up again for coat check. We head off to the escalators where we shuffle through five floors of exhibits. Exquisite, gorgeous and beautiful art.
Somewhere on the second floor I remember what a uncultured noob I am. Oh I see the wonder of the famous Water Lillies and the brilliance of the Starry Night. I even get the genius of the color blocky Mondrians. I recognize the beauty and famous-ness of these pieces but I am not enthralled by them.
Instead I am drawn to the frames of scenes outside. Quiet and fleeting vistas of snow falling silently on brownstones across the city.
New York City, USA. March 2018