We are museum snobs. There, I've said it. I think we deserve it though. After years educating kids at the NYC Museum School and plenty more traveling the globe I think I get an opinion or two. I grew up on the MFA. It set the bar for my own art education as a kid. You may find it hard to believe that I followed the opening of this wing in the Globe more closely that the recent trades for Gonzalez and Crawford to the Sox lineup.
The MFA was already a world-class institution, if not a bit stuffy. This Art of the Americas wing upgrade was like scoring Crawford, Gonzalez, Jeter and Rivera. We camped out in the colonies for half our visit. Sydney was so enamored with the artist demonstration on colonial chair making, I thought we may never get him out of there. Liji was busy comparing Copley portraits with mommy. Sydney and I were smitten with GW crossing the Delaware.
Alright, so maybe mommy and I are not much for 19th century America. But what a lovely surprise to be greeted with TWO Calders on floor three, our fav. The tech wasn't too bad either; both boys loved restyling some famous works on the touch table computers. But the real thrill was the views through the three story walls of glass. Sydney just hung out looking over the diners and the junction of the old and new. A treat for almost everyone of the senses.
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