So I recently had the opportunity to check out Abstract Expressionist New York, an exhibit going on now through to April 25, 2011 at the MOMA.
In the grand scheme of art, I’m sure there are a few people who don’t get abstract expressionism. Ginormous canvases painted in one or two colours, and nary a bird, a stream, or a couple holding hands in sight. Just blocks of colour. I don’t have the answer about what makes abstract expressionist pieces so incredible. I just know that they are truly awesome, in the strict sense of the word, and that looking at a piece like this of Mark Rothko’s can make me cry. What am I feeling to evoke such a response? I have no idea. But amid the tourists with the fanny packs and the tall lanky man with the weird glasses, I give in to the tears.
I find a strange beauty and complexity in these pieces, and I’ll admit, I almost never understand what I feel. Seeing these pieces however does make me think of lost art, and of the genius lurking in remote locations where life is about survival not pleasure. I always wonder who’s out there, what treasures have yet to be discovered?
If you haven’t been over to the MOMA yet, I suggest you hit up Abstract Expressionist New York. Just let this genius that has been discovered, and the colour, and the scale wash over you.
The Museum of Modern Art
11 West 53 Street New York
La vie est belle!