MASS MoCA.

Sounds like a powerful coffee drink at first glance.  I am sure they had a cup that packed a punch at the snack bar.  That is just speculation.

In North Adams, Massachusetts, you can find MASS MoCA.

The Massachusettes Museum of Contemporay Art.

The last museum of modern art my dear wife, Carrie, and I visited was the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis many years ago.

Look, I am not purporting to be a great art critic by any means.  Heck, if it hadn’t been raining, we would have gone to look at flowers at the Berkshire Botanical Garden in Stockbridge.  As many times as we have meandered to the Berkshires, we have only threatend to go check out MASS MoCA.  This year we made it.

As much as I enjoy gazing at a Monet or put the pieces of a Picasso together, I too enjoy the imagery and light that I find in some modern art.  Look, as long a Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks” is at home at the Art Institute of Chicago, that museum will never cease to be my mothership of art.

Still, taking in many of the pieces at MASS MoCA was a most pleasant experience.

I was able to take photos of many of the exhibits, though some were off limits.

Both ends of this piece.

There were many more but I did not photo them all.

What is it?

Now and again a vision out the window provided a bit of an impression too.

So too were some of the walkways from one building to another.

I am a sucker for light in my art taste.  Stems from how Hopper can brighten up and contrast a scene like no other for me.

The buildings across the way were great to look to.

We had plenty company.

My favorite picture of the day; I think it is.

Enjoyed looking here as well.

I will never be the art expert I would like to be.  But in the end its not about knowing so much as feeling when it comes to favoring an artistic exhibit.  Don’t get me wrong.  There were a few exhibits that were not my cup of porridge at MASS MoCA.  I walked on to enjoy what I wanted to next.  I did not waste time complaining about that which I can’t and have no right to control.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson