Lance and I headed for the Museum of Modern Art in New York City on Monday. As an art student, it was de rigeur for Lance to attend. (Inserting French into one's conversation is, well, de rigeur if you want to seem intelligent, and after going to New York, I feel the need.) I had never been at the MoMA (which is what cool people call it), so I figured it would be a good experience. To save all you weblog readers the $20 per person admission fee, I took pictures which I will torture you with over the next few days.

The first painting I saw was of this horse.

The explanatory card off to the side helped me understand this work of art:

Early in her career, Susan Rothenberg made several paintings featuring a single horse, which, although plainly representational, served as opportunities for the artist to experiment with abstraction. Of her horse motif, Rothenberg has said, "I think it was a surrogate for dealing with a human being, but at the same time it was neutral enough and I had no emotional relationship to horses...I needed something alive, I guess. I couldn't use an object. I'm not a still life painter. The horse was just a quiet image. I was able to stick to the philosophy of the day--keeping the painting flat and anti-illusionist--but I also got to use this big, soft, heavy, strong, powerful form.

It seems, at the end, like Rothenberg is developing the emotional relationship with the horse she lacked earlier in the paragraph.