Last Monday I returned from a trip with my mom to New York City. I love New York and always enjoy my time there, but this time was different. This time, we went without my two sisters. In most cases, this wouldn’t change anything about the trip, but neither of my sisters are at all interested in museums. Traveling without them allowed us to make this trip a museum trip, and I loved it! We saw The Guggenheim, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, The Museum of Natural History, and The Museum of Modern Art. We also visited the Empire State Building, Battery Park, and saw two Broadway shows (Passing Strange and Curtains). How we fit it all into three days still amazes me.
Everything we saw this weekend was inredible and awe-inspiring, but The Guggenheim left the biggest impression. The current exhibit features the work of a Chinese artist who works with sheep skin, clay, cars, and, most impressively, gun powder burns. Seem impossible? I thought so too.
This is what we saw when we first walked into the Guggenheim. A slow motion explosion of cars. The lights coming from the cars are supposed to represent the actual explosion and the cars hung from the ceiling in various positions showing the actual motion of the car.
This exhibit was, overall, incredible. This artist used materials most people would never consider as capable of becoming art and showed us all how wrong we were. I think that this same principle applies to writing. I’ve heard some people talk about ideas they’ve had, but never tried. When I ask them why, their answer is usually something like “It’s so weird. I don’t know if anyone would like it,” or “It’s never been done before.”
All I can say is go for it. This guy did and look what he created.
I love New York, too–though I haven't been there in almost a year. Thanks for the vicarious trip.