MoMA was a highlight of our trip to NYC. In particular the work above by Louise Bourgeois. These are pages of textile art from a book she created. It reminded me of those soft books for babies/toddlers that have buttons and zippers and velcro, but much more sophisticated. But like those books for babies I wanted to hold the pages in my hands and feel the textures of the stitches and fabric with my fingertips. Any trip to a modern art museum always leaves me wondering about the definition of art. Much of it is fascinating, much of it inspiring, lots of it I turn over in my mind trying to formulate a response or figure out, some of it leaves me scratching my head. (for the record the rest of my family was scratching their heads about the whole museum. It just makes up for all the time I have spent with them at Bass Pro looking at hunting and fishing gear – losers! *said with fondness*) It makes me wonder who decides what creations are worthy of more attention, and what creations are forever doomed to obscurity, because frankly there are some works that I would have chosen to omit. What makes a metal mini blind splayed out on the floor worthy of display? Or a bale of hay placed in the middle of the room with some gold threads on it? Please elucidate if you know the answers. I’m all for being educated.