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Going to the Museum of Modern Art is something that many of us have been doing for almost as long as we’ve been alive. When we first went there as kids or adolescents, we accepted MOMA as an all-encompassing, almost undifferentiated experience—a saturation in images, images that were presented in a sequence of boxy white galleries. We went there for the total experience of modern art; exploring those galleries was like wandering through the mind of modern art. At MOMA, Picasso and Matisse and the Surrealists were things that we took in along with photography and architectural models, and it was no sin that great art and good taste went hand in hand. That the Modern was in midtown, in the midst of the bustle of the business and shopping districts, was important, too. When we went through the doors of MOMA, it was as if the real...

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