Miró's tapestry hanging in the main hall of the National Gallery's east wing is a massive image from my childhood. I don't remember the details of when I first went to the east wing or when I first recognized that the tapestry was a Miró, but as I learned more about art, his was some I always returned to for reference and inspiration. The simplicity of the colors and techniques as well as the potency of the imagery has made it some of the most significant for me.
A few years ago on a trip to
Yesterday I went to the Miró exhibit here in NY at the MOMA. Due to time constraints and holiday season walking up 5th ave rage I didn't feel like lingering too long but was moved again by the power of his simplicity and sophistication. On my way out I stumbled upon another light sound room with Nan Goldin's heavy photos being projected while a mix of classic songs played. Although they're not easy, I think they're important to see.