I had two missions today: to see the exhibit on the roof of the Met, and the show of collected junk at the MoMA.
Roxy Paine's installation on the roof was pretty great. It had been described to me as "twigs", but when I saw it it seemed more chaotic than that.
I also wandered through the new American wing, and was surprised on stumbling upon the Charles Engelhard court:
I also loved the show at MoMA of things the artist's mother collected and kept in her home in China. There were so many things it would not have occurred to me to keep.