So I stumble out of the Alexander McQueen show in a daze, my mind full of feathers and strange headgear and perfect draping and total creativity and I end up lost. Lost in the Met. Maybe the best place in the world to get lost. As I was trying to get my bearings, I landed upon a wing I have never seen – didn’t even know existed, actually. As luck would have it, it was their 20th century collection and I was floored. Here I thought I needed to go to the MOMA or the Whitney to get my fix but voila, like a mirage, this incredible collection presented itself as a secret treat. The front room had two pieces that lured me in. The first was this enormous wall hanging by by the African sculptor, El Anatsui called Dusasa II made from thousands of aluminum caps and seals from liquor bottles. Dusasa means a “communal patchwork made by a team of townspeople”: