There are few times in life when I have felt as clueless as I did when I went to visit the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA). Partly, I concede, due to my ignorance about some really famous works of art – Picasso, Van Gogh et. al. – and to a great extent because I just don’t get it!
There was a western commode kept as an exhibit, which they tried to pass off as ‘Modern Art’ – similarly chairs, sofas, tiles and what not.
The only saving grace was the company, which made sure I at least didn’t miss out on the popular paintings and sculptures:
I did enjoy learning about them:
Like this Van Gogh painting – Starry Night
Then there was this Picasso painting, in which, interestingly, the person on the left was supposed to be a man, but was passed off as a woman at the end of the painting (allegedly because Picasso got too lazy to endow him with some essential male organs or something – I did not get to the end of the story)
And then the famous Monet painting – apparently done in his blind phase
And obviously this masterpiece