There is nothing more awe-inspiring to me than standing in front of a great painting. I often frequent museums when I’m feeling down, because being in the presence of great art makes me feel better, and I always go on my birthday, when I treat myself to a day off and spend some time alone (like shopping, I think museum-going should be solitary.)
I stopped by MOMA on Monday to see the Diego Rivera and DeKooning exhibits, but as usual, I spent another hour viewing the permanent collection, which has always been my favorite. To be in the presence of Matisses, Picassos, Van Goghs, deChiricos, Miros, and Dalis is awesome enough, but to be in the presence of their *most* famous works is almost overwhelming.
I have a friend who won’t live more than a half-hour drive from a great museum, which is perfectly understandable to me. I feel grateful to live in a city where some of the world’s most beautiful art exists, and where I can drop in any time I feel like viewing them.