On our third day in NYC, much of NYC celebrated St. Patricks Day by dressing in green and watching a parade that lasted 7 1/2 hours. Yes, 7 1/2 hours. We watched the parade, but only part of it, spent some time in Central Park with a dear friend of ours who lives in Connecticut, had a great lunch with him and two others, and went to the Museum of Modern Art.
The MOMA was interesting (and not always in a good way) and there wasn’t much there that I could relate to. For example, the photo above is of my husband looking at a painting by Barnett Newman (American 1905-1971) titled Vir Heroicus Sublimis, which is in Latin for some reason, and is translated “Man, heroic and sublime”. The title refers to an essay the artist wrote where he asks, “If we are living in a time without a legend that can be called sublime, how can we be creating sublime art?” The painting is in response to this question. “Huh?”.
I had to read the description 3 times and I still didn’t “get it”. I still don’t. I don’t see why an artist can’t just let a viewer enjoy or relate to a painting in their own way, instead of trying to force a meaning on the viewer through a lengthy explanation of the painting. But that’s me.
There wasn’t much representational art in the MOMA. We saw the usual Warhols and Picassos. I do love the Abstract Expressionists, especially the NY guys, but there was hardly anything from that group. I did take a couple more photos of paintings I liked, the one below is Emile Bernard (French 1868-1941) titled Iron Bridges at Asnieres and was painted in 1887. I love the graphic style of this painting and the colors.