I thought the Guggenheim would be like the Museum of Modern Art. MOMA feels sprawling and grand, while the Guggenheim feels completely different. Maybe it was the (one) day I went, or maybe it was because it wasn’t my beloved MOMA, but it felt to me like a beehive with too many paintings and too many people bumping into each other. I kept looking for a place where I could absorb the art without distraction — I didn’t find it.

Until I realized the beehive feeling itself was the art.