I love the Met. I love that I can never tell you if I’ve been there twenty minutes or three hours. I love that I visit old friends and intentionally seek out new ones. You make a turn and see a Matisse Dancer and you feel like you’ve been here a million times. Today I saw Rembrandt’s “Portrait of a Man”, and I’m generally not that pumped by the portrait this is my favorite of the “I swear his eyes are folowing me” pics that R creates. Rodin was there today. It’s fascinating what he reveals from marble, but I think before I knew about sculpture my feelings were shaped by too many Home Depot statues, and so I’m just not moved. Today’s “new friend” was Henry Lerolle’s the “The Organ Rehearsal”. I’m not sure
exactly what demande the ten minute soak in, I think its selection had a little tailwind since I had just come from church where they had dedicated their new organ.
As I put on my admission sticker, I missed the metal tags.
I renewed my membership after a 2 year lapse. I tried to get them to re-instate my “member since” date to 1990, but got no love.