The first museum I went to in New York City was the MOMA, or the Museum of Modern Art. There were six floors, and each floor had different types of galleries. The first floor contained the lobby, and there was also an ouside part called the Sculpture Garden. The second floor had Contemporary Galleries, Prints and Illustrated Books, Media, and some special exhibitions. The third floor had Architecture and Design, Drawings, Photography, and some special exhibitions. The fourth and fifth floors had Painting and Sculptures, then the sixth floor just had some special exhibitions. We started on floor two, which we werent intrested in, and quickly moved on to floor three where we got stuck looking.
My friend and I became very interested with the things on the second floor of the museum. They displayed things that we use in our every day life from how they look now, to what they started out as years and years aog. There were tons of different chairs, all styles, colors, shapes, and sizes you could think of. They were so intresting, especially the way that they were displayed with the other objects around them. There were different types of tables, there was a helicopter, a few baby strollers, bikes, and many other things. The way that the galleries were set up, colored, and displayed were very well because they caught your attention and made you just want to stare at them or try them out. ( even though you couldnt, obviously.)
As we moved up to the fourth and fifth floors, only some of the art displayed was interesting to me. Most of the paintings didnt interest me because they were plain, boring, and I felt as if I could have easily made the same things. Though, there were certain things that caught my eye. I enjoyed the very abstract, busy, and colorful paintings. There was also one specific peice of art that sticks out in my head, and that was a 3D painting of a kitchen. There was a small pink refridgerator that stuck out of the painting, and beside that was a table with food on it. The painting wasn't very big, but it caught my eye and grabbed my attention well.
The second museum I want to was the National Center of Photography.There was only one thing that I really didnt like about this museum. That was that I payed eight dollars to get in, and as soon as i went in it was over. There was pretty much a floor and a room and that was about it. Even though it was very short and there was not many photos, the photos that were in the museum were all very interesting. I really enjoyed the whole museum, especially because I absolutely love photography. A majority of the photography was sexual, but in a way that it didnt make you offended. There were two specific galleries that i enjoyed the most.
The first gallery that i enjoyed looking at was at the very beginning of the museum. It was a small room and all of the photos in the room were of people partying and having a good time. There were two very enlarged photographs that looked amazing! The colors, sharpness, and quality were awesome, and all of the detail was captured. There was also a large portion of the wall covered with small square photos, probably about 5x5 sizes, made into one large rectangle. It looked like someone went to a very hoppin party and took millions of random pictures and caught every embarrassing moment for each person on camera. People were in costumes, drinking, naked, and everything else you could think of.
The other gallery that i enjoyed looking at was a group of work done by one photographer. This man photographed people with some sort of object over their head. The specific photos in the gallery were of people with different colors or styles of lampshades over their heads. The photos were so plain yet so interesting. After we went through the museum, we went into the store and looked for the book of the photographer that had so many more of his photos in it. That is wehre we saw that not only did he photograph pepole with lampshades on their heads, there was other weird objects he replaced their heads with also.
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