While I like being crafty: sewing, stamping, cutting, gluing, etc., I would never call myself an artsy person. You know those movies you see where someone is wandering around a museum, and then stops to stand in front of a particular painting just to ponder its meaning? Yeah, that is not me. I don’t go to museums for fun, and if I do happen to be at one, I’m in and out within an hour.
Tyler, on the other hand, is an artsy person and comes from, what I would consider, an artsy family. They like museums A LOT and own A LOT of art. In fact, Tyler, his mother and grandmother take an annual trip the Metropolitan Museum of Art and usually take several hours to explore the galleries.
This past weekend, Tyler asked me if I wanted to go with him, his dad and stepmother to the Met. While a kind offer, I was definitely hesitant to say, “Yes.” Nonetheless, a little culture is never a bad thing and I hadn’t been to NYC in a while. Oh yea, and I also love spending time with Tyler. =)
If you can’t tell or haven’t been, the Met is HUGE, covering approximately two million square feet. Given its size, The Met carries a wide variety of artists and mediums, about two million works are housed in its permanent collection. Obviously, we barely made a dent in our one afternoon there.
Nonetheless, I got to see everything from 18th century French furniture to 19th century brass sculptures of the American West to Venetian glass from the mid 1900s. The brass sculptures of Native Americans, cowboys, and wildlife were my favorites and reminded me of my dad’s favorite John Wayne movies. The intricate carvings and detailed painting of the French furniture, on the other hand, made me drool. I enjoyed the visit much more than I expected, and to Tyler’s delight would definitely relish a second visit.
Who knows? I may become an “artsy” person yet!