 | When I travel, I find no shame in visiting MacDonalds. It’s reliable, cheap and it fills you up. The decor is pretty standard, worldwide. You can get nuggets and fries, or if you’re somewhere exotic you can sample the local specialities (like taro pie in Beijing or Tzaziki McWrap in Hungary). |
Similarly, I find museums of modern art very soothing. They’re kind of like McDonalds: their basic floorplan is uniform worldwide (white walls, high ceilings, hardwood floors, bemused guards), and the collections have some old standards and some quirky local flavor.
 | At the MOCALA, I had an order of nuggets, the Jackson Pollack... |
 | with ketchup... |
 | and a salad, the Lee Krasner. |
 | Jasper Johns fries were a great accompaniment, salty and hot. |
 | For dessert, I went completely indulgent and had myself a whole Andy Warhol. Smooth, but like all desserts, I was glad it came after the main meal. |
 | Even though I was pretty full from all that, I couldn’t resist an order of this. It was a little spicy for my taste, but quite eye-opening. |
 | Even the walls were interesting. |
I did not attend the Hito Steyerl Factory of the Sun video presentation (multi-media/video game/light show/pulsating music with beach chair seating) because I was pleasantly full of Pollock and didn’t want to give myself artistic indigestion. I know when to quit.
The analogy ends there. When I leave MacDonald’s I do not feel that I have done something that benefits my soul. Or my triglycerides. But when I leave a modern art museum, I do.
Do you have a favorite museum of modern art? Where? What is your Chicken Nugget?
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The analogy ends there. When I leave MacDonald’s I do not feel that I have done something that benefits my soul. Or my triglycerides. But when I leave a modern art museum, I do.
Do you have a favorite museum of modern art? Where? What is your Chicken Nugget?
Subscribe. Enjoy fast food and art worldwide with me.
