The life-sized bronze casting of the Toll Booth Collector by George Segal wasn’t the place for admission to the building.
The front entrance to the museum is on Washington Street.
DLH says that museums remind him of bad dates. The collection seems to aim for breadth over depth, spread over multiple wings. I liked the architecture of the building more than the pieces chosen. Annalenna, Marianne and DLH agreed.
One impressive work was five panels, collectively title the “Voice of the City of New York Interpreted” by Joseph Stella (1920-1922).
After an hour or so, we decided to leave the museum to go for dinner. I was amused by the urban art of a painted tank, just on the street.
We had dinner at 27 Mix before I left for the return flight home.
My friends indulged me to see a museum that I might not have otherwise seen. I like to see the local sights when I can.
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