Took the train into the city yesterday to see a few of the exhibitions at MOMA and have tea with Gloria Feldt at 4:00. Was underwhelmed by most of what I saw at MOMA, but then realized that last year I'd seen the Matisse exhibition with Kate. It would be hard to find a show as terrific as that one. In fact, the installations in most of the galleries was uninspiring too. I thought back to Earl's and my visit to the Cy Twombly Gallery on the Menil Museum a couple of weeks ago where I was amazed both by the beauty of his work and the space in which it is shown.So when I saw a Twombly at MOMA and a gallery filled with his sculptures, all I could think of was Houston. The Menils do it better, so much better.
Here are a few more photos of what I saw at MOMA. The absolutely contemporary work is leaving me cold. Then there were the usual suspects. Donald Judd climbing up a wall. Flavin light filled corner. I didn't get excited until the two Rauschenberg's. Was just nice to see them again.Then I began to people watch. A Dad took a ohoto of his son in front of a Pollack, Folks paused in front of the Andrew Wyeth. Teenagers in short shorts shook their heads as they looked at a Ryman.Finally I wandered into Talk to Me, one of the featured exhibitions on the intersection of 'design and the communication between people and objects.' Add in new technologies and our interaction with objects that communicate with us in new ways. At last, there was something to be excited about. Galleries were way crowded, mostly with young people, but the objects and commentary were quite intriguing and I'll write more about it. Bought the catalogue too. The blurb on the back cover of the catalogue reads "...design's new terrain...embodying a new balance between technology and people, bringing technological breakthroughs up or down to comfortable, understandable, human scale...we are partaking of a newly metaphysical and expressive layer of interaction that is already enriching our future."
I loved being in the city, even for part of a day. A day that started out with clouds and light rain suddenly cleared. I walked everywhere I went.The late afternoon light on St. Patrick's was stunning. Made my way over to Bloomingdale's, but my nostalgia quotient was not met. Store has changed into a series of luxury goods shops. There was no reason to have left Fifth and Madison Avenues. I ventured up to the fifth floor which used to be magic when I worked there in the mid-1960s. The furniture I saw was bland. Totally erased were were the edgy, exotic interiors of Barbara D'Arcy's model rooms and environments. Ikea is more exciting.
Meandered back toward Fifth Avenue on my way to tea at 4:00. The the rhythm of the streets is still there, the energy level, the diversity of the people, the street corner food carts which are all middle Eastern, both the food and the music they play. I remembered college summers when I worked at Saks Fifth Avenue, coming up out of the subway under Rockefeller Plaza every morning. Tokens were 35 cents. I bought a pair of shoes I found on sale when my feet got tired. I am sure I walked my 10,000 steps yesterday. And, as I reflect on that last sentence, I realize that I didn't see very many fat people as I walked. New York is a pedestrian city. People walk. Often for miles in the course of day. Walk and ye shall not be fat. Can't go anywhere in Houston without seeing a lot of fat folks We don't walk much in Houston.
I am calling it a night. It's late. Fewer cars driving on King Street at this hour. Constant sound of cicadas and crickets. Night dampness. Time for bed.