We're going to be in NYC next month, and we'll probably go to the MOMA. This time, I want to understand what I'm looking at. So, in my usual fashion, I started reading about art. I started with the Realists, went on to the Impressionists, Post-Impressionists, Fauves, Cubists, Dadists and Surrealists only to hit a wall. I still fail to understand how random drippings can be called art. Sheri brought me a different book from the library, and I hope it does the trick for me.