Bama, Pickle, our most helpful friend L, and I made our way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to catch the Alexander McQueen exhibit, Savage Beauty. One train and one bus and we arrived. Bama liked the fountain in front of the museum's Fifth Avenue entrance, saying it was "dancing," so she danced along with it.
Savage Beauty is an incredible exhibit, well worth the journey, even if high fashion isn't your deal. It's immersive, with video of runway shows, music, and other ambient sounds establishing moods in the warren of rooms that comprise the show. Bama made it into the first room, with a stunning red sequined (?) number and white piece as the openers. When we rounded the corner, though, and heard the wind blowing, and saw the ever-darkening rooms, she bailed. L, who'd already seen the exhibit, walked her through the Rodin sculptures and some of the larger galleries on the floor. Pickle and I wound our way through, with several older women suggesting (in stage whisper) I'd give him nightmares — some of the McQueen pieces are horrors, or are they? I suppose that's why the exhibition is called Savage Beauty.
Bama impressed me, but didn't really surprise me, with her interest in the native pieces in the Arts of Africa, Oceania, and the Americas. She asked about wood sculptures, studied the canoe. It was exciting to watch.
I thought we'd have lunch in the park, then make a fast run home for naps. We stopped just inside the park, at the Pat Hoffman Friedman playground, which is a small, toddler playground with benches and this lovely statue just outside. We never made it into the playground, since Bama found plenty to do with running round the bears, up and down the steps, and leaping from the statue.
Mama, Bama, and the Pickle.
See how happy we are? Moments later, we're still happy, but I'm defending my decision to stand on the Westbound M79, despite the kvetchings of the ancient ladies seated up front. (One called me a bad mother for not taking her seat.)
After leaving crabby bus, it was a joy to see the sunburst welcoming us into the Central Park West entry. (You might recognize the 81st Street/American Museum of Natural History stop's seascape design that wraps the stairwell on the way to the museum. The tiles literally burst from the wall to give an octopus, flock of fish, coral dimension. Don't be scared of the giant spiders, ants, frogs and other creatures who walk the platform walls.)
Bama loved the idea that she was an egg (it could look like a big yolk).
And, life starting somewhere fits with the station's "For Want of a Nail" installation's theme: "Bronze, granite, ceramic, and glass mosaic murals. For Want of a Nail is an ongoing installation by the MTA Arts for Transit Design Team and the Museum of Natural History consisting of bronze, granite, ceramic and glass mosaic murals. It represents a study of the evolution of life starting from the big bang to the present day. The northern stairway to the lower level features a starry sky theme and the big bang itself downstairs. The southern stairway features ocean life forms. The upper platform wall features the diversity of life, past and present. The lower platform wall features metal casts of fossils which are designed to be touched. Along the platform edges is a strip of marble, with engraved decorations depicting artifacts found in the Museum." (NYCSubway.org)