skyscarpers and everything.
We went to New York yesterday for some art and some pub food. We went to the Moma. I hadn’t been before. It was closed the summer I was in New York so it was great to finally see it. What a huge museum. It was a little overwhelming trying to take it all in. I think I could have spent a week in there. The two special exhibits were Redon and Agnes Martin. Redon was nice. I didn’t really bother with Agnes Martin. If I were forced to spend a lot of time with minimalist stuff, I’d hope it woul be hers but it still doesn’t get me all that excited. The Redon show was pretty nice, lots of drawings. But there was just so much to look at, I felt like I was on one of those tunnel of love rides where you are just whisked past stuff. I’d just read a thing in Wired magazine about Pollock’s drip paintings having underlying fractal patterns so it was so great to have several to look at. There were some later drip paintings and I deduced that he was a very angry man as he got closer to his death. They almost look like temper tantrum paintings. Like someone was making him do them, not like he was doing them out of joy or purpose. The first ones really do feel like that.
ok, time for a jaunt around princeton.