I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art yesterday to see the David Hockney exhibit, thinking I was avoiding the crowds by going the last week. And maybe I did avoid the worst, but it was still pretty crowded. This is looking back on the line to get in. For reference, unless there is a big show, there are never lines to get in (which is not to say that there aren’t a ton of people there every day, just not insane hordes). Also, this was just one of two lines.
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I didn’t take a picture of any of the Hockney paintings because I wouldn’t be able to do them justice. I was also thrilled to see there was a William Eggleston exhibit on the way to the Hockney. I absolutely idolize Eggelston. He’s one of the artists I think of when I talk about how you can put a bunch of artists in front of the same exact subject and how one will emerge with something sublime and the rest will be good, okay, and bad.
Whenever I go to the Met I try to explore a gallery I’ve never been to before, regardless of whether or not it’s filled with something I’m drawn to. Yesterday I went to see pottery. I love pottery, but for some reason I’ve never stumbled onto this wing before. It was filled with one treasure after another, and one piece I swore I saw not too long ago on Antiques Roadshow. This wasn’t the most spectacular pot, although its very simplicity is perfection, but the glaze was so beautiful I cursed the universe and the fact that it wasn’t mine, mine mine.
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This is looking down from the pottery wing, a place I’ve been to many times. In this spot, behind the stairs on the upper left, is a piece I’ve written about before.
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It’s a monument of Elizabeth Boott Duveneck, a relatively obscure artist, and I wondered why people stopped to look at all. I wrote about her father, composer Francis Boott, in my book about singing, which is why I posted about her. But it’s a strikingly beautiful and slightly morbid piece. That is probably why so many people are compelled to stop and gaze at her.
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In 2005 my choir, the Choral Society of Grace Church, sang beside this screen over the holidays. Every year the Museum puts up a fabulous tree and various choral groups sing around it. It was such an honor, I’ll never forget it.
So that was my day at the Met! For which I paid the grand price of $1. Thank you New York City and the wealthy patrons who originally founded it.
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