Contemporary art can sometimes be difficult to understand. But when you are three it makes perfect sense. Random colors, designs, strange videos of ocean shipping channels in China being projected on walls in a dark room, giant sculptures of chrome blobs, carbon scribbles on a giant canvas, hanging terrariums with holes cut in the bottom to stick your head in. Art is about interpretation and there is no better medium to interpret art than a child.
"Whats that Charlotte?" asks dad as they look at what seems to be a random wall painted with colorful shapes.
"Ohh that is a camp." says Charlotte, completely sure of her answer.
There is no better place to have your child experience a museum than the Mass Museum of Contemporary Art aka MOCA. Lots of floors, lots of exhibits, the one thing missing is the stuffy hush hush attitude that so many museums hold. Its a museum folks, not a library. I never really understood why you have to be quiet to enjoy art.
Giant video of a tree that moves in the breeze.
If you stare at it long enough you can see flowers and people in the fields...or not.
A whole different world.
Charlotte and Maeve loved it. Of course mom and dad loved it too. The only thing better was the jaunt to Jacks Hot Dog Shop down the street from the Moca to get a stack of mini hot dogs.