guggenheim

nyc

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 day I went, maybe it was because it wasn’t MOMA, but it felt like a beehive with too many paintings and too people bumping into each other. I kept looking for a place to absorb the art without distraction — I didn’t find it.

Until I realized the beehive itself was the art.

Frank Lloyd Wright’s curves and pristine whiteness combined with humanity’s textures and haphazard movements created a singular, fluid canvas of contrasts. The art on the walls took a back seat. It was almost superfluous. The most captivating beauty to me was the exquisite merging of people and architecture.