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The Guggenheim wasn’t what I expected

For some reason, I thought the Guggenheim would be like the Museum of Modern Art. MOMA is my favorite. It feels sprawling and grand, while the Guggenheim feels like a tight little beehive with too many paintings and people bumping into each other. I kept looking for a place to absorb the art without too much distraction — I didn’t find it.

Until I realized that 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 superfluous. The most captivating beauty was the exquisite merging of people and architecture.