I couldn't help, however, think that most of everything in this museum was a bunch of crap. I have always disagreed with this idea, and don't think that any amount of explanation should make art anything more than it is, or try to elevate it beyond what it should be. To me, art is expression, and it should be judged on its quality, its ability to set off the emotions of an individual viewer or listener. In fact, the only art forms today that seem to stay true to art are movies and music. Painting has become abstract without aesthetics, sculpture lives in its own past, photography leads every photographer to the same compositional conclusion, architechture is petty and almost never abides by fundamental aesthetic laws.
Art has too many craftsmen, and a hundred times more people who admire craftsmanship as artistry.
Central Park, it turns out, was a let down. But their were few people. No matter how big people say Central Park is, I felt it was tiny. But how could it be so void of people after all their were millions of people in New York for all its legend, Central Park seemed unused by anything but the dogs and the pigeons. I thought, and left.