Vincent van Gogh, The Starry Night (1889). Courtesy of the Museum of Modern Art.
On Thursday, the Museum of Modern Art opened its doors to the press corps after a months-long closure, letting reporters see the fruits of a $400 million renovation and expansion. It was a kind gesture to the reporting class, especially considering MoMA members won’t see the redesigned digs until next week. (It opens to the public on October 21.)
Surprises abounded at the first press preview for the new MoMA, including the shock-install of Faith Ringgold’s stab-happy mural American People Series #20: Die (1967) next to Pablo Picasso‘s Les Demoiselles d’Avignon (1907).
But the most unexpected moment of the morning’s grand unveiling came when an unassuming curator left me alone in the 19th-century gallery that now houses Vincent van Gogh‘s The Starry Night (1889).
“Go ahead,” the curator said, gesturing towards the masterpiece in the corner as she left the room. I obliged, indulging in an unprecedented chill sesh with arguably the most famous painting in the world. Might as well look at the brushwork. Might never get this chance again.