Before you step inside, notice MOCA's selfless introduction. The building draws attention to itself by reflecting everything that surrounds it.
Cross the plenum between out there and in here to discover a world filled with colors and lines and soaring spaces.
There are little things ...
... and big things.
There are square things ....
... and a yellow, yellow, yellow passageway.
Don't worry; everything familiar is still close. You're just looking at it through new frames.
The English and Swiss are here, but only in places you're not supposed to look.
Some doors will mystify you.
Others are more predictable.
Yet another will invite you to enter a magical place where three paintings change but do not move. (You'll have to discover these on your own. Hint: you have to move.)
Cherries bleed ...
... while a staircase like no other winds around it all.
Good luck this weekend, MOCA. You look beautiful.
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