My plan for today was to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Guggenheim. I asked my husband to give me the directions to the subway station and tell me what trains I needed to take. How could I get turned around 3 times?! Well, I did. However, I finally made it to the Met around 9:30am.
My first impression of the Met is that it is gorgeous. Huge columns and steps tell right up front that this place means business. I used my New York Pass and got right in (adult admission is $20). I headed up the grand staircase to the Renaissance/European area. This is by far my favorite time in history for art. The voluptuous figures. The cheribs and depictions of Christ. The love and care each artist took to create the masterpieces. All of them spectacular in their own way. I found myself close to tears within the first 30 minutes of walking around. I was surrounded by such beauty.
From this area I walked around through: drawings, the sculpture garden, Medieval, Egyptian, and finally to Modern Art. The first piece I saw in the Modern Art area was a HUGE aquarium with a dead great white shark in it. Yup, a shark. In a museum. In water. Dead. I would post the picture here, but I was not allowed to take one.
I have to say that most modern art does nothing for me. Although Jackson Pollack is famous for his art, I can’t say that I care for dribbling on a canvas. I just can’t. I also can’t see how a rainbow of single colors painted on canvas and put down a line is difficult to make. I just don’t. Throwing down some paint and calling it art is open to discussion. Call me old fashioned. I like to see an artist really think through and solve the problem before them (on canvas, paper, wood, etc.). Quite a bit of modern art just doesn’t seem to be trying. That’s just my opinion.
After the Met, I walked down to the Guggenheim. This is one of my favorite buildings. Frank Lloyd Wright had such vision. I have to say that I was a bit disappointed by the Guggenheim though. I thought that I would see quite a bit of art diversity. I was mistaken. At least 3/5 of the museum was filled with Frank Lloyd Wright architectural drafts, models, etc. Not to say that I don’t think he was an AMAZING architect/artist/visionary. I was just a bit disappointed that there wasn’t more art from other artists.
The Guggenheim did have a Kandinsky exhibit as well as several pieces from Cezanne, Chagall, Degas, Manet, Renoir, and Picasso. Sadly, there were only 2-3 pieces from each artist. I did see one that I enjoyed called “The Football Players” by Rousseau.
The other downside to the Guggenheim is that they prohibit any photography. Not even with your flash turned off. That was disappointing. I would have liked to take a few photographs of my favorites.
As both the Met & Guggenheim hug Central Park, I headed up just two short paths to take a picture of the reservoir. I knew that if I went further into the park, I would become hopelessly lost. I headed right back to the subway station many blocks away.
I did get a bit lost coming back to our hotel after getting off of the subway. Why can’t I have a better sense of direction? If we could ask for something special to be added to our character/personality, I would ask for better direction.
I finally made it back to our hotel around 5pm. My husband and I headed out for a quick dinner and a bit of window shopping. It was nice to call it an early evening. My feet are SO TIRED!
Tomorrow I plan on having a busy sightseeing day with: The Empire State Building, Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum, and the American Museum of Natural History. Whew! Thank goodness I packed my walking shoes and Ibuprofen!