MoMA

After reading books with and about art with the kids for some time now, my wife suggested that we simply all go to the Museum of Modern Art here in New York.  And so yesterday we did.

Now that Q & The Boy have gotten older, they have the attention to give to museums where you can't touch things, and they very much enjoyed the little adventure.  The Boy says that his favorite painting was Van Gogh's Starry Night; Q says that she likes the Jackson Pollock drip paintings (probably because she's again into the Ian Falconer book Olivia, where a Pollock gets Olivia in trouble).

We tend to forget where we live, getting caught up in the business of living.  As e. e. cummings says (I think) somewhere, "Life is a matter of being born; but Art is a question of being alive."  Here's a little of what can happen when we remember that this is New York.