So let us get into some really dreamy imagery. That would include most everything in the Sultans of India, 1500-1700 Opulence and Fantasy. Although, does shooting a disembodied head with a bow arrow count as a dream? Whatever, I couldn’t help staring at this odd little cosmos. Then I’ll take you over to the other end of the building, the American wing, for some Louis Sullivan and his offspring FLW. Let’s stop in a wee cozy gallery to see a charming collection of Robert Motherwell prints and circle back around to gaze upon an awesome Japanese room and end up contemplating Cleopatra’s Needle in the springtime. Done and done.
|Detail of Sullivan staircase. Gorgeous, no?|
|Comfy. I think I could be very happy here.|
|Is there anything more beautiful in the whole museum than this?|
Oh, there’s more of course. I went to the Met two days in a row, filled up a memory card, but that wasn’t even the reason for my trip. It was spring. Isn’t that enough of a reason? No? I’m teasing. Actually the point was nutmeg, I mean the Nutmeg State.
|Motherwell, champion of the Abstract Expressionist.|
|A long way form Egypt.|
|Springtime in New York. Someone should write a song about it.|
We’ll get there. We’ll get there.