MoMA

started my time in New York with my first gallery of the trip - the museum of modern art. entering without expectations or any prior knowledge, I was stunned by the range of work I recognised throughout the galleries within. like the city itself, the gallery was overwhelming - so many pieces I’d studied and gazed at through computer screens years ago now right in front of me, sitting side by side.

Warhol.

Magritte.

Picasso (one of many).

Kahlo.

Cezanne.

Klimt.

Van Gogh (thought of my brother Josh here, knowing his love for this gorgeous night sky).

I had a real moment walking into this one. Dali, ‘the persistence of memory’. this is the first work of art that left a lasting impression on me. looking back I believe it was this painting that first drove me to experiment with drawing. in a way, Dali’s painting of the melting clocks inspired my passion for creating art. it felt surreal to stand before the original piece - a small frame upon an otherwise empty wall. precious.

a new favourite, ‘and then we saw the daughter of the minotaur’ by Leonara Carrington. there’s a real magic captured here - whimsical, uneasy fantasy of the likes of Burton and the old fairy tales.

a great day in the big city. I would have loved to show my grandma through the gallery. I hope I can show her my photos when I return. how lucky am I to be where I am. <<