Joan Miró: Looms Large And Spins.

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 Barcelona, I cajoled El Increible Pablo into taking the tram from Barceloneta to the Parc de Montjuïc, to visit the Fundacio Miró. There was an exhibit on world war II propaganda art which we dug as well as the permanent collection. We ended up in the basement where there was an instillation of light, sound and projections of a french artist named  Laurent Pernot.  We were both transfixed by it all, the music,the darkness, the lights. I wrote Laurent a fan letter and  he wrote me back! Is it too dorky that I am friends with him on facebook now?

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.