Great Works II

Recently, I visited MoMA, the Museum of Modern Arts. This was actually my first time visiting the MoMA considering that I have lived in NYC my entire life. I haven’t been to a museum since the fourth grade if I can recall. As soon as I walked through the doors of the museum, I felt a bit irritated. Maybe because of all the tourists that were there.

The Main Exhibition on display was Robert Gober: The Heart Is Not a Metaphor. At first, all I wanted to do was to turn back around and go home, but as I walked deeper into the exhibition, my imagination expanded and further in i walked. It could’ve been the high ceilings with weird sequenced wall paper of private parts or sculptures of legs sticking out from the walls or lying on the floor. Or maybe it could’ve been his paintings that were filled mostly with dark colors and abstract which then I ironically found myself thinking to myself trying to figure out what could the meaning of Gobers art work be. Then it hit me, I wasn’t trying to figure out what they meant. His art reminded me of something. It reminded me of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Victor to be exact. The sculptures of legs placed throughout Gobers exhibit and paintings of  naked bodies reminded me of  how Victor was infatuated with the human body. Gobers paintings of symmetric stuff were mostly dark and creepy which reminded me of the book.

I had my mind set on leaving right after the exhibition but ended up staying for another hour and a half roaming around the fourth and fifth floors which were their private collections. I was pretty amazed looking at pieces from Picasso and Van Gogh because I’ve only seen there work through television or advertisements. to experience it up close and personal was a different feeling, or it could’ve been the hype with all the museum goers and tourists trying to take a picture of all the famous art work.

At the end, visiting the MoMA was an eye opener. It was nothing as I had expected it to be. It was an experience.