They say Saturday night is a great time to go to the museum and it was great. Empty, and quiet. I really had time to relax and read about what I was seeing without distraction.
On my way I decided to pop up to the Highline. Again I was pretty much alone.
I certainly don’t understand the significance of much of the art that I see. Im always off kilter when I hear someone say that a piece of art should stand on its own, that it should or doesn’t need explanation. It does. Even though I got something from just the words I read, reading about the work forces me to take the time the think… and most of what I see is not this self explanatory.