it's all over now, baby blue
My college career has started. It's truly the end of an era and the beginning of something else entirely. Quite frankly, I can't wait to get going. I don't even know what to think or say about it. Sometimes, it doesn't even feel real. Have you ever had those moments? Where it feels like your own life isn't even happening to you? It's hard to explain, I guess.
My brother came into the city this weekend so I got to see him on Friday when we went to the MoMa and again on Sunday when we went to the Chelsea Market and the Highline.
First, the MoMa. I consider myself something of an artist and I'll probably end up majoring in art history in some way. Even so, there are times when I just do not get that museum. Walking through the first floor, Brother and I mostly just made fun of the paintings. The crown gem of the exhibit had to be Penis Hat. It was inexplicable to look at really. And then you read the explanation. Now, as an artist and art history student, I know artistic bullshit when I see it and this was some of the highest order. That poor curator must have used all their creative capabilities on that one painting.
This alone is pretty much the reason we stuck to the top two floors: painting and sculpture from the 1880s-1970s. That's where all my favourites are anyway. I could see them a thousand times and never tire of them. It's like going to visit old friends.
Second, Chelsea Market. They have an entire restaurant there dedicated to milk. It was like a dream come true. Wow, of all the things to take away from the Chelsea Market. Well, anyway, it was a cool place and the park is beautiful (if busy on a Sunday afternoon) so I'll definitely be back there for more milk and Amy's bread.
My brother came into the city this weekend so I got to see him on Friday when we went to the MoMa and again on Sunday when we went to the Chelsea Market and the Highline.
First, the MoMa. I consider myself something of an artist and I'll probably end up majoring in art history in some way. Even so, there are times when I just do not get that museum. Walking through the first floor, Brother and I mostly just made fun of the paintings. The crown gem of the exhibit had to be Penis Hat. It was inexplicable to look at really. And then you read the explanation. Now, as an artist and art history student, I know artistic bullshit when I see it and this was some of the highest order. That poor curator must have used all their creative capabilities on that one painting.
This alone is pretty much the reason we stuck to the top two floors: painting and sculpture from the 1880s-1970s. That's where all my favourites are anyway. I could see them a thousand times and never tire of them. It's like going to visit old friends.
Second, Chelsea Market. They have an entire restaurant there dedicated to milk. It was like a dream come true. Wow, of all the things to take away from the Chelsea Market. Well, anyway, it was a cool place and the park is beautiful (if busy on a Sunday afternoon) so I'll definitely be back there for more milk and Amy's bread.