Went to the MoMA today and wow -- walking the fifth floor of that place is like walking through two years of Art History at UBC. Seriously... I nearly cried. But it's funny how viewing art in person changes (or clarifies?) your opinions about it. Some pieces I thought I liked were really underwhelming, whereas other pieces I've never cared about were completely breathtaking.
It's weird seeing all this famous stuff in person. I feel like I'm on a movie set. This place can't be real, can it?