I decided to go to MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) this morning - a freezing cold winter day in NYC. I was looking forward, there was an exhibition on that I was very curious to see: Marlene Dumas -Measuring Your Own Grave. The show was intriguing, and I spend a lot of time walking the galleries, looking at her work. The museum was nearly empty - most quiet I ever saw it anyway. I guess a wednesday in the middle of January isn’t exactly high season.
To me, going to the MoMA is a way of seeking peace; the place is so full of good (and naturally very creative) energy. Walking from room to room, seeing and sensing the art is recharging my batteries like nothing else! I am so happy and at peace there, just dreaming of going home to my studio, my own work and get back to it.
It still feels like such an overwhelming luxury to wake up, and any given day be able to decide to go to the city, go to MoMA. When I grew up, NYC was on the top three of places I’d love to visit some day, now I am here, and have lived here for three and a half years. We have been lucky, not being here as tourists, where you need to fit in as much info as possible in a week or two. Instead we have been able to take it in, a bit at a time, digest it and go back a couple of weeks later. I am very grateful for that. I am trying to take as big and memorable a bite of the big apple as possible, but not eat it so fast that I can’t remember the taste. I want to be able to remember the galleries from numerous shows, varies trips with several friends and seeing the city in different seasons.
