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.