Went to the MOMA today for a breakfast, presentation, and private tour before the museum opened (an event for Wheaton alum). It felt magical to be allowed entry before the Saturday masses rolled in. Seeing Van Gogh’s Starry Night made me weak in the knees. The village below the cypress tree seemed reminiscent to a little Swiss village. We had an awesome tour guide, who knew her stuff, let me tell ya. She filled every second of time with a fact plus a slice of genius interpretation to go with it. Afterwards, I was interested in HER story more than the art. But I let her get away without finding it out.
A highlight of the day…when we saw Matisse’s Dance, Mom said, “I wonder…could I dance with 4 other women, naked?” And I appreciated her thought: could I be that vulnerable? And joyous enough to dance with abandon and not care about being naked? Anyway, it made me laugh and I kept thinking about it throughout the day. I think what it was that grabbed me was the spirit of her question. Behind it there was a desire to DO IT. TO TRY. TO RISK. TO BE COURAGEOUS. I like that about Mom, and I hope that I can be like her in that way, too.