Now that my teaching job has come to an end, my last five weeks in Mexico are being filled with an abundance of planning and preparing my big move, completely losing my mind due to stress and lack of sleep, 9-hour marathons of creative inspiration, and playing tourist around the city.
Last week I took a trip to the Museo de Arte Moderno – a place I’d been wanting to visit ever since I arrived.
Needless to say, there’s probably a reason I’ve been putting it off for so long: Me and modern art don’t mix.
I’m all for being creative. In fact, I’m all for expressing yourself in whatever way you feel you should. But sometimes I struggle to understand why a white canvas with a small red dot to the left is hanging in a museum.
That’s right – I’m about as ignorant towards modern art as they come.
I can appreciate an artist’s effort at expressing him/herself on a canvas. But I don’t know why people would buy or show a piece that a five-year-old could do.
The first room in the museum was full of pieces like this. Luckily we did manage to find some interesting gems hidden among them:
The second room was closed while a new exhibition was being prepared for the coming weeks so, while feeling a little uncertain about what more there was to come, we headed upstairs to the third and fourth rooms.
Needless to say, this time we weren’t disappointed. While the third room featured heaps of work spanning from the beginning of the twentieth century (and very much more our thing), the fourth room also didn’t fail to capture our attention with lines of black and white photographs (my favourite form of art) from the 1940s-1980s draped all over the walls.