This past July I finally got to visit NYC for the first time... I say finally because for the past 25 years, when I first started reading about all things 'art', I have wanted to see in the flesh Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon... The making of it had completely captivated me as a teenager... the determination, the abandon, the creativity involved in it's evolution... and it's place as a cornerstone for modern art... so when I found myself face to face with it on that hot July afternoon those Ladies felt like old friends of mine... albeit wiser and less in a hurry to change the world... I spent a glorious half hour in front of it, sitting and standing and sitting again... looking at this seminal painting, taking it all in... remembering myself as that eager, determined, quiet teenager... it was a lovely rendezvous! The Met and MOMA are jewels in the bustle and hustle that is NYC... to be surrounded by such treasures was indeed satisfying and inspiring... the intensity of a Van Gogh, the charm of a Klimt, the elegance of a Sargent, the order of a Braque... a day spent in a museum is a day well spent... a calming of the nerves before one heads back out into the chaos of life!
I can't wait to go back and see more!