MOMA: Move Over Move Away

MOMA: Move Over Move Away

Yesterday I visited the Museum of Modern Art, or MOMA for all you non New Yorkers not hip to the ways of trendy little name abbreviations. Being a true aficionado for chairs, I have visited MOMA several times before (seriously, it is a rule that in order to be deemed a modern art museum, there have to be at least 3 IKEA-esque billion dollar chairs  on display).  Anyways, this time I visited during the hellish free Friday hours of 4-8, a rather dumb decision since I can get in whenever I want for free with my school ID.

Understandably, the museum was extremely crowded. At any given moment, I was breathing in the farts and body odors of at least 4 people of different ages, genders, and nationalities. Diversity is a truly beautiful thing.  A lot of the visitors seemed to be there only for the aesthetic value of the art, something I  totally understand. After all, let’s be real: a wall pierced by a single rifle shot? A plain black framed canvas? A shovel hanging from the ceiling? Those objects do not really need much context explained on some plaque near the piece.  No matter what that plaque may say, it is literally a freaking black painting that my cat could have painted with one paw.

Yet there are certain exhibits that really do require some context in order to understand what exactly one is looking at. A lot of times, a few paragraphs explaining the exhibit and ideas behind it are written on a wall for people to read. Yet every single time I tried to read them, people were constantly pushing in front of me, walking right past the words to go look at the exhibit. If that is how people choose to experience the museum, great for them. All I am asking is that they try to let others enjoy it in whatever way they wish to as well. So maybe do not rudely walk at the pace of a stoned snail in front of the wall I am trying to read; just walk behind me.  It would be nice if people were aware that they are not the only ones trying to take a selfie with Andy Warhol’s image of Elvis with a finger pistol, limit the selfies and posed pictures to 10 seconds or less people. 

If any of you readers are halfway as passionate about non-functional chairs as I am, I urge you to follow these two simple suggestions above the next time you visit a modern art museum so we all can revel in the glory of art in the modern age. Thank you, thank you very much.