I was especially intrigued by the special exhibition, Without Boundaries: 17 Ways of Looking, which was so up my alley that I had to go back to it three times for a total of four turns around the rooms. There was also a Munch exhibit that was so crowded that it wasn't worth struggling through the people in order to peer at sections of paintings between people's heads and shoulders. I should've known better than to hit a museum on a weekend, I suppose. Fortunately, other rooms weren't quite as crowded (and, bafflingly, the Without Boundaries rooms were relatively clear).
I'll happily talk (a lot) more about the Without Boundaries pieces and themes that struck me, if you're interested, but probably not via typing.
Umberto Boccioni: Dynamism of a Soccer Player,
Robert Delaunay: Simultaneous Contrasts: Sun and Moon, Windows, The Three Windows the Tower and the Wheel,
Marcel Duchamp: The Passage from Virgin to Bride,
Giorgio de Chirico: The Double Dream of Spring, The Duo, The Seer, Gare Montparnasse, The Enigma of a Day, The Serenity of a Scholar, The Anxious Journey
Giacomo Balla: Speeding Automobile, Swifts: Paths of Movement + Dynamic Sequences,
Rene Magritte: The False Mirror, The Lovers
How come they're all men?
One of my goals for myself for this trip was to try going to a bar, which I did this evening, and unsurprisingly discovered that going to a bar alone is not really my thing. I did not embarrass myself by asking for a ridiculously froofy drink or something so obscure that the bartender had to ask how to make it (and then not know myself).
Tomorrow: more museums, lunch or dinner with a childhood friend, and maybe something truly touristy, like a trip up the Empire State Building.
