Sunday, February 26, 2006

Some days, I know just how he must have felt


I went to the Edvard Munch show at MOMA today. Like most Americans, philistines that we are, I knew Munch mainly through his iconic “The Scream,” that depiction of non-quiet desperation, to coin a phrase.

But, as you see his work progress through the years, you realize the guy, I think it's safe to say, was one pretty fucked up individual overall, at least as portrayed in this retrospective.

The faces in much of his work are haunting, people shuffling though life, just existing, alone even in the crowd, stunned by the world passing by them.

It's a lot of the same faces I see on the 6 train just about every morning.

Having said that, I love living in a city where I can go see Munch. Let's face it, in Alabama and South Dakota, and other parts of Bush country, munch simply means it's happy hour time at TGI Fridays.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I live in NY too and I have to start going to the museums more. I never take advantage of all the stuff here!

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