Spring is in the air! I’m writing from the newly-reopened food court at the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art. I’ve been coming here as a member since I move to New York, but this is the first time I’ve been here that the food court is open for indoor seating.
This is not the first sign of post-quarantine bustle: yesterday I saw a man performing on the subway. Maybe things are returning to normal.
The Goya exhibit here at the Met is small but powerful. I knew I had to see it because I love Goya ever since I saw the Monsters of Medieval Times at the Blanton Museum at UT Austin. He is a printmaker of the 19th century, from Spain just after the Peninsula Wars. (I don’t know much about the P Wars.)
I like how Goya makes the human faces so expressive, and shows humans emotions realistically. His prints are disturbing because they show violence, perversion, and starvation and torture. The reason I like his art is because it shows how anxious and tender people were, during that time; and he showed exactly what they were afraid of. I feel like today, Society is still very anxious, maybe about different things, but Goya’s depictions feel relevant now.
I have plans this evening for which I need to go prepare for soon. It feels weird that I am settling in to a routine here. I feel kind of like I can relax more, which is strangely uncomfortable.
It turns out I left my laptop charger at M’s place. My suitcase is back with me, thanks to American Airlines, and M has shipped the charger. Only a few more days of blogging from my phone.