Walking uptown, I came upon thousands of people shrieking "Build a Fence around Pence," and "Reject the President Elect" and hoisting placards talking about Love and Hate. I slipped between them, hopefully exhibiting my solidarity to the cause.
But I wasn't staying.
In the thick of the honking horns and chanting, I pushed into MoMA and went upstairs to bask before hallowed masterpieces. I turned up the music on my phone and just kind of stared.
|Ruth Asawa, Poppy 1965|
|Klimt - Hope|