I’ve had chronic migraines since I was in third grade and they are notorious for happening at the most inconvenient times. Due to this though I have gotten pretty good at living through them. That being said the migraine I got in the Pompidou, as well as the emerging illness and body aches, made this day a little hard to remember as my brain likes to stop working when my migraines take over. What I do remember though is getting to see some of my favorite modern artists work in person, which hasn’t happened since I was at the MOMA in New York 3 years ago.
Warhol is my favorite and although I only saw one of his pieces it was as spiritual as always. Lichtenstein’s piece was also incredible to see in person. I always connect to Kandinsky’s work, as his colorful chaos feels like a screenshot of my color-based brain. Got to see some Picasso’s that I hadn’t seen before as well. All in all, the modern art wing was incredible and helped me ignore the migraine.
As we walked down to the contemporary art wing however the pain became almost unbearable. I tried to push through but not only was I unable to focus, but I tend to have a hard time understanding contemporary art. I’ve taken classes on it and put in the effort to understand but it just doesn’t do it for me.