So with my pursuit of feeling just a tad bit smarter, I drove with gusto - "Ha Ha", I think, "I've beaten the game!" (Of course, after over an hour of looking for parking - I think I really lost than gained.) I entered the garage immediately, walked to the MoMa, and warned that brain of mind - "Watch out now, you are going on overload!"........
And almost instantly I got shoved by a large family from Wisconsin with blonde hair, followed by a German couple and a large giggling pack of Japanese girls sporting boots made for astronauts who are about 8 feet tall. Well then....
I strongly believe that if one goes to the museum the following must be adhered to:
1) You must go alone
Going with a group of people distracts me from taking in what the piece has to offer me.
Going with a group of people keeps me from wandering to where my eye takes me.
Going with a group of people makes me want to rip my hair out every time the statement "Well, I could've fucking did that with one hand tied behind my back while taking a shit" is said.
2) You must go when it's not crowded. For reasons, check rule number 1 above.
I love art and to me, art captures the artist's very thoughts and emotions - the way they think at that moment in time, the way they feel, the way they see it.... I enjoy immersing myself into a piece and completely understanding, even if it's just a fraction of a second, what someone else is thinking. A person only understands what is in their own mind; at times it's hard to believe that other people are actually real because I can never get in there and experience what they feel myself. It's like I'm starring in my very own play and everyone else is just a prop. But viewing art makes me realize that I am not alone....that I am not the lead in this drama sometimes comedy...and that sometimes, I'm just an extra standing around in the background.So I did spend the time battling my way to look at pieces with pretentious artists and art lovers like me. It wasn't the ideal way I would've spent at the MoMa but it wasn't a total loss.
Later I went to the village, but in between that I decided it would be a good idea to get lost driving around in Central Park and get lost driving around Columbus Circle (Goddammit why don't they have a sign that tells me where Broadway begins again?). I met up with my best friends and we went to a fantastic southern style restaurant called Mara's. It was absolutely fantastic; homey comfort food with great service.
Since we were all sporting some kind of camera (be it on the phone or an actual camera), I decided that we should only take pictures of liquids that night - a liquid theme if you will. Unfortunately, since we were drinking, we ended up taking pictures of our beer...a lot of pictures of our beers. Any creative juice in us was completely wiped away by the alcohol and unfortunately taking pictures of our beers in various states (like in our mouths, like pouring another glass) seemed like the creative thing to do. Hmmm... Afterwards, we headed to a comfy little dive bar and did our usual "ask each other a million questions that start with WHAT IF - " for the rest of the night.
So my battle with my brain has ended - although I didn't have that heightened experience of feeling cultured, smarter, or wiser - I did learn this: Never expect anything - just go and do it. Oh, and I learned that my best friend got caught having sex in a car by a cop.
Onward brain!
