On my last visit to New York, I was able to carve out an hour or so to sneak over to MOMA to see the jaw dropping Cindy Sherman show (more on that to come). When I was finished and needed to digest the range and intensity of what I had just seen, I slipped out to the sculpture garden. When I lived in New York, I spent many, many hours in the garden’s previous incarnation so was curious if the new version would stand up. I am thrilled to say that even on a brisk day with the trees denuded of their foliage, the garden was thrilling. Every element is considered from the placement of the magnificent sculptures, to the selection of the trees, to the architectural details. I forgot how much sculture, especially twentieth century sculpture, moves me. I love how evocative each piece is and that you can touch and feel the work. I dare you to remain unmoved:I love the blast of color Katharina Fritsch’s Figurengruppe brings to the otherwise bronze and gray palette of the garden: Please notice the beautifully integrated drain to the left of Joan Miro’s Moonbird: How great is this kid’s slouch echoing the sculpture behind him? He has no clue… As a person obsessed with trees, I am always curious to see how they look in all seasons. It is so critical to consider this when thinking about what species to select and particularly so in a public place that will be used throughout the year. I love the architecture of the bare branches on these weeping guys and look forward to seeing them in all of their incarnations: I am always inspired by accidental art. The shadows from the bare trees create great patterns on the wall and would be very cool worked into a painted wall mural: And finally, the view. New York was certainly ready for her close-up this day!