Exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art by Amy Stone

I’m standing between the tall church steeple and bright crescent moon of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. But it is not the swirling clouds or luminescent spheres that capture my eye. It is the girl in tight shorts shifting her weight hip to hip who draws all the attention. She is the only one involved in connecting the dots across a canvas sky. Everyone else is looking at the absurd wiggle of ass, curve of sculpted leg, narcissistic toss of haystack-colored mane. We have deserted post- impressionist appreciation and moved on to this more modern-day image. True art is in the eye of the beholder, and all gazes critique the girl as she smugly strolls away.

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