[MoMA]

Imagine sitting in the audience and listening to the sound of strings and woodwinds tuning.  The anticipation of the beautiful sounds that will flow from them can almost take your breath away.  But when they start playing it's even more profound an experience.   Somehow, it's like little ribbons of heart moving capacity flow forth from the bow or the bell and wrap themselves around your heart and your mind, bringing up memories and pictures of wonderful things.  Some move you to memories of the tragic or to the pain of the past.  Even if you are unaware, it moves your disposition to a different place than when you walked into the room.  You somehow joined with the hundreds of people in the room and experienced something very similar and memorable.  This is the type of experience I have when I view modern art.  

The Museum of Modern Art is located on 54th St between 5th Ave and 6th Ave.  It's six floors of some of the most famous pieces of modern art in the world and it is officially one of my very favorite places in the world.  Walking through the galleries of the MoMA is like experiencing the beauty of an orchestra or the standing in awe of a cathedral.  

There were such a variety of pieces that drew me in and communicated the beauty of life and of humanity to me.  There was a piece by Ann Hamilton, my favorite contemporary artist, on display.  Unfortunately my camera battery died so I didn't get any pictures of it.  The piece was in a gallery called Book Shelf.  All the pieces in the collection were dealing with books or issues of linguistic representation.  Hamilton's piece was a small book with some of the pages torn out and laid next to the open book.  Each line of words was covered by small pebbles making all of the words unreadable.  Dozens of little stones lined the pages.  I still haven't processed all of what the meaning of it is, but it fascinates me.  I think since the words are covered, that probably signifies their insignificance or their universality.  And the pebbles, maybe they speak of the weightiness of words.  I'm still thinking of it and processing.  

One of my favorite things about art is looking at the lines.  Pieces that are very linear and yet have circular movement creating a very interesting visual field.  This piece is done by Dan Miller.  It is done with a pen on a piece of white canvas.  It's hard to see, but it is a whole bunch of words written over each other and the contrast of the circular letters and the linear letters creates a circular pattern against a grid.  It is fascinating to look at.  It really speaks to the chaos and order of life and of the city.  Most of the words had to do with light and electricity which could be significant, I suppose.  

This piece is beautiful.  It is made up of paper with cool scribbles on them and then taped onto a larger canvas.  Simple, I know, but I would love to do this type of design.  The way the pieces fit together is really orderly and beautiful.  I think I would like it better if they were small watercolor and ink pieces.  I can't explain exactly what I like about this one, but I just think it's really fun.  

And here are some more pieces that I saw throughout the day.  They have a lot more to do with the actual space in the exhibit.  

Lots and lots of fun and thinking and praying.  I love art!!