There were hoards of people on the first floor of the Museum on Modern Art waiting to go see the show at ten in the morning on a Saturday. Because we had membership passes, we could just go right in. The whole trip to New York was like it. We had tickets to Paradise for everything.
Still tons of people. When the elevator opened up and we we got our first glimpse of the show everyone was shocked. The cutouts were so big. Room after room we all moved slowly through to the sea of bodies to see the life giving work of Henri Matisse splashed on the walls with utter joy.
Creating these late in life when he will not exactly jumping around anymore, was the medium he had to spring forth this vast amount of design perfection. The rooms were electric the energy of the work.
I was thinking about the guards at the how. Did they go home and night and dream of things unspeakably beautiful after being in the presence of such monumental work all day. Soaking up the glory???