After working a couple of hours on my day off yesterday, I was in dire need of some beauty and serenity. The Museum of Modern Art is a short walk from my job and it was perfect. The Matisse exhibit stole my attention from real-life angst. But what really did the trick was the outdoor sculpture garden.
I’ve been there in nice, warm weather, with masses of other visitors. But on a windy, cold day only hardy adults and energetic children wandered outside. It’s a treat: you can linger among the larger-than-life art, stand still and take it all in, marvel that the city sounds right outside the gates are somehow muffled. Or did I just choose to ignore them?
A 36-foot tall rose? A giant pointy balancing thing that reminded me of a broken pencil? Check and check. People were polite because either they’re tourists or as relaxed as I am.
Then there is reality: look up and you see the towering buildings housing the many industries that call Manhattan home. Walk back inside to the crowds of museum visitors in the lobby.
None of this bothered me; I got some peace and clarity back.