One thing I have learned this year is to never say never. I thought I was never going to see a Van Gogh face to face. This year I did.
As I could not find any friends to join me in this adventure I went by myself to the Metropolitan Museum in New York.
I almost felt the sculptures from Rodin were alive. Seeing them in a book is not the same as standing in front of them.
I saw Julia Margaret Cameron’s photos and felt transported to a different century but at the same time could relate to the melancholic faces of the women in her portraits.
I got to see the swirls in Van Gogh’s paintings. His brush stroke as vibrant as his use of color.
And I even saw a Rembrandt and in front of one of his portraits I felt I was seeing him not an image of him.
But as was noted to me by one of my Professor’s you can never see the Met in one day, because there is too much to see.
"A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on. Ideas have endurance without death." - John F. Kennedy
Yes ideas live on. I had an argument with one of my classmates about the importance of writing books and thinking. He kept saying writing does not lead anywhere. It may not in the moment but later it will pay of.
I the middle of this crazy schedule of reading, writing essays and going to class I found time to visit the art gallery in Manhattanville. I was moved. I could understand what the artists were trying to say so clearly, and even when I could not come up with an interpretation for it I was able to feel something.
So I wrote about it http://mvilletouchstone.com/?p=196
If you just look at an art piece and analyze it superficially noticing color combinations or techniques you are wasting your time.
You need to look at the art piece until you feel what the artist felt making it. Let the art piece become a part of you.
After that process even without knowing it you are not the same person again.
So get this. I missed my bus on the the day I planned to go to MOMA. Not only that but my roomate and another friend said no to going to the museum at the last minute.
It was supposed to be 4 of us on the bus stop. But it was now 2. As I saw the bus walk way full I heard my friend say “why not go next week”. Now before I threaten to murder him, I explained that I have been waiting all my life to see the work of Georgia O’Keeffe (specially her) and other artists. So we took the train, did not even have a bite to eat, walked guided the GPS on his cellphone until finally I could see it. THE MOMA WAS IN FRONT OF ME.
I only had 1 hour to enjoy it :) But 1 hour was enough to make me feel the most amazing aesthetic pleasure I could ever feel.
The color composition was perfect, in fact so perfect I could feel something spiritual connecting me to her paintings but not just hers Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s world has a very similar impact. That museum is my home, my soul belongs in that place contemplating art.
I will be honest I never thought I would EVER in my life enter that museum. This goes to show that in life one can never say never.
I haven’t been writing for some time now. There is a reason for that. I am doing my Ms in NYC. I won a scholarship!!!. For a pessimistic person as myself this comes as a shock…..
However this is not easy…right now I have so much reading to do…..but since I am too tired to read I decided to update my blog.
I went to the MOMA and when I have time I will write about how it felt to see a Georgia O’keeffe face to face :)