last week i went to the museum of modern art (MoMA, as the cool kids say). it’s free on friday nights and very much worth fighting the crowd.
i guess i thought that it was only going to showcase more contemporary stuff. so i was pleasantly surprised when on the 5th floor the first things i encountered were a bunch of suerats. and 30 feet away i was starstruck (dad pun 100% intended) to find this van gogh. some hippie in california decided that impressionism should be taught in third grade, and i thank that hippie for introducing me early on to starry night. at home in the kitchen my mom still has a tile i made in high school ceramics that depicts elements of the painting—that big double swirl in the middle, the tall brown still-unidentifiable thing on the left, the point of the church steeple in the middle. who would’ve thought starry night would make its home in america?
my phone died right after snapping this shot so i couldn’t take any more pictures nor could i check in on foursquare (the latter being way more devastating). i was all ready to post this pic, too, with the caption: “and i thought i’d only see a bunch of shitty rothkos.”
