Big Apple/Big Happy

A near-perfect weekend in New York City. The MOMA. I saw my first in-person Klimt. In school I designed a set for an imaginary ballet at Memorial Hall based off of Klimt's Hope I and Hope II that won a prize and I was real proud of it I had no idea it was in the MOMA. Scott and I wandered through the throngs and saw the Matisse and Picasso (nearly a whole floor dedicated to each this season). I was really overwhelmed by how crowded it was, by seeing my first Cezanne since studying Woolf and her colors, etc., but I decided to stick it out and see the 4th floor. So silly of me to not know to expect Kandinsky and The Starry Night etc., etc., then all of a sudden there was Hope II with not-too-big-a-crowd.

Delicious.