Then the door shuts behind me and am transcended into another world. At first I was a bit confused thinking, “What’s the big deal? It looks like a closet.”.
I had scooted around the whole room and finally it was my turn. The proctor reminded us that our personal viewing would be timed and to not take any photos once the door shuts. I wasn’t familiar with Kusama’s work at the time and hadn’t done previous research on the exhibit-I didn’t know what to expect when it would be my turn to enter through the mysterious door. One by one, we scooted around the bench towards a door where each art spectator entered and stayed for precisely 3 minutes. We both nodded excitedly and took our seats on the bench lining the small white room. She began to explain to us that the tickets had long since been sold out until she remembered, “.actually, I have two extra spots for this showing! Would you and your friend like to take them”? The porter looked at us bewildered and politely told us that this was the line for Yayoi Kusama’s installation “Fireflies on Water”. I stuck my ticket out and managed to blurt out, “Here ya go, we’re trying to get into the museum”. It was then I tuned into the Yayoi Kusama exhibition that was underway at the museum.Īfter buying our tickets to enter the facility, Jessica and I stumbled our way over to the ticket porter. I started seeing spots not only from my hangover, but on giant red balloons with white polka-dots on them. Jessica and I tried to keep our composure as the art in the museum seemed to spin. As the saying goes “it’s the city that never sleeps”- and we got a taste of that our first night through our last night!ĭuring the trip one day (after a long night of dancing and drinking) we made our way to the Whitney Museum of American Art. My friend and classmate, Jessica, and I opted to stay with her cousin instead of a hotel with the class to fully immerse ourselves in the New Yorker lifestyle.
The trip was to mainly consist of visiting art museums and galleries. It was my senior year of college and we were on a class art trip to New York City.
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