The Guggenheim is one of the best places to really see art. It feels like they just give the artist free reign to do as the please in the space. What you get is from the horses mouth art. Just the way it was intended to be viewed. My first Gugg visit was a Claus Oldenburg exhibit. I've also seen Mathew Barney. This time it was Cai Guo-Qiang. Amazing, it was all explosions, objects hanging from the ceiling, a river with a boat you could travel in, and a shit ton of stuffed animal wolves. Photography was not really allowed so I snuck a few in. Later we went to Union Square and introduced our lovely Aussie artist in our residence to the exhibitionists in the space. We made her take photos with all of them.
I'm a huge New York-phile. While I was born and raised in Brooklyn, I lived in the suburbs and then Chicago for part of my life and have returned to the city as an adult which has given me the unique perspective of being in awe of the city and its spirit, while maintaining much of that "I've been here, I knew what it was like when, it's home" vibe that many old skoolers have. The people that surround me are a real mash up of born and bred New Yorkers and transplants completely in love with the city. I'm rediscovering this city, from fancy dance clubs and fashion kids, to Brooklyn bike rides, art events and potlucks.
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