
Today, I wandered up the wide stairs of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and into the hallowed entrance hall of this behemoth. With the afternoon stretching in front of me, without any commitments for the day, I felt an excitement akin to a child walking into a toy or candy store.
I had come ostensibly to see the “Art of the Samurai” before it closes on Saturday. However wondering around the museum trying to find my way there, I wondered through a history book of art starting with the Byzantine section, then the Medieval, The sculpture garden, The Renaissance, Art Deco, Modern and Contemporary. I passed through these rooms, thinking only of getting to the Samurai exhibit first and then spending time in the other rooms which housed the permanent collection.
The Met is a wonderful collection of art from all period and around the world, but this is also a double edged sword. The density and proximity of many of the rooms and artifacts are so intense that I tend to find myself over whelmed and over stimulated when I try to cover too many rooms. I tend to find myself with brain freeze. The other problem is that many of these rooms are like being given a small taster spoon and then finding that even if you like it, there is no more. It leaves me with a hunger that cannot easily be satisfied. So perhaps that is why I tend to go the Met only for the special exhibitions or to study very specific single pieces of art.
The ‘Art of the Samurai’ was a blockbuster. It was an amazing collection of swords, armor and other war paraphernalia that was brought together from over 65 institutions and private collections in Japan. A feat that has not even been attempted in Japan itself. The beauty and soul of these impeccably created swords which required amazing skills and technological expertise and understanding was awe inspiring. I stood mesmerized in front of many a “national treasure”. Personally and probably because of my Japanese heritage, I found the exhibition humbling.
So it was with not a little relief that I came across a very refreshing and clever exhibit “Pablo Bronstein at the Met” on the mezzanine level attached to the contemporary section. It’s the artist’s first solo show in New York. WOW! What a way to start. Admittedly he has been in the Tate Triennial and has had solo shows in Italy, Britain and Germany, but still! He was born in 1977 in Buenos Aires, Argentina, but currently lives and works in London, having graduated from Goldsmith College and The Slade School of Fine Art, University College London.
Bronstein’s work is architectural and in this exhibit he creates blueprints of the Met’s 5th Avenue façade and several specific galleries in the museum which suggest mythical histories and hypothetical futures. One example is a rendering of the façade that shows the Met converted into a residential condominium. He implies that power and politics play an inevitable role in the creation of all great constructions. The exhibition continues until February 21st 2010.
I also met a wonderful Metropolitan Museum guide, Barbara Etra who was taking visitors around the contemporary art collection. She was knowledgeable not only of the works on display, but her well rounded knowledge of the history of art and the many other contemporary artists not yet displayed at the Met, was significant. More than anything, I was impressed at her ability to match her tour and explanation to the group who gathered around her, with the members ebbing and flowing as people dropped away or joined along the way. She was very patient with questions and encouraging. It was a pleasure to listen to her.
I have to mention that I did walk passed Damien Hirst’s shark titled “The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living”, Jackon Pollock’s “Autumn Rhythm”, and Warhol’s Mao, Jackie (Kennedy) and self portrait. It’s always good to see iconic work up close and personal.
All in all, it was a great day at the Met.