April 19, 2011  |  I Went to MoMA and
“I went to MoMA and…”: Love Is in the Air

Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion. Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art. —Remy de Gourmont

It’s April! The days blow hot and cold. We New Yorkers are buoyant and coatless one day, then despairing and grouchy the next soggy morning. Our thoughts turn longingly to picnics and balmy summer evenings, but maybe it’s also this giddy hope and anxiety—like early days in a love affair—that makes spring feel like such a romantic time of year. Leading us to the question: is MoMA a make-out hotspot? You be the judge….

In honor of spring, the theme of this week’s batch of “I went to MoMA and…” stories is love: new love, lifelong love, lost love, love of art, even love for MoMA (aww, thanks guys!). Apparently we’re not the only ones who think a museum visit is an incredibly romantic first, third, or fiftieth date. Looking at art together gives couples something both intellectual and sensuous to do together, a meaningful way to connect… very sexy. And from reading our visitors’ MoMA stories, quite a few of you spend much of your visit covering someone’s face in passionate kisses (or proposing marriage). Vive l’art and vive l’amour!

We keep posting more cards on, where you can see and share many more—maybe yours? (Read our first post for an introduction to this project.)


“I never went to MOMA and…”

I know what I’m missing.

“I never went to MOMA and…”

I think about those who are 10 minutes and a buck apart and never went. I’m 10 hours and some hundred bucks apart.
What an irony!

“I never went to MOMA…”

So I look at reproductions and use my imagination to have an idea how the painting is.
Experience thought me that my imagination is not complete.

“I never went to MoMA and…”

I’ll go, I’ll go… even if it’s in a dream…
I’ll go!

What’s your story? Leave your mark at MoMA
I’m FROM: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil TIME: 04:35

I went to MoMA once but live to far away. If I lived closer, I’d
be there often. I like that you are doing this and would like to
read more of the letters.

I wrnt to MomA long ago
and saw my first Picasso
around the bend
of his cryptical guitar
i saw my first Kline
i thought it was fine
was so long ago
it was bicentennial
the say ye reep as ye sow

I went to MoMA and loved it; I was at home. It was large and airy, even if crowded one could breathe easy. I belong in MoMA, paint head to toe fashioning sculptures and being in a place where it’s ok to be vibrant. I live too far also. Keep up the good work MoMA. PS, I love the parking.

I went to MOMA and got engaged in front of Starry Night! It was the most magical moment of my life!

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