Feeld Trihp

We went on a field trip last Friday.
I was most excited to see Klimt at Neue Gallery. It's mostly because I'm so envious of his painting skills. I wouldn't have the patience to make all of those dots, nor would I have the talent to make it look like anything. Anything at all.
Every time, or the past 2 times, we've gone to a museum to look at a particular artist's work I've felt overwhelmed, mostly when I see the signature of said artist. It feels eerie. This also happened when I read the diary of Anne Frank and saw Picasso's work hanging at MoMA. Because you know it's so significant and important and there it is in front of you the actual thing, for lack of a better word. And it's almost impossible to really hate "it" because you know it's such a big deal. Like The Beatles.
I got to see the tree. The tall buildings around it made the tree look smaller. And it's a big tree.
I really loved the show. Unlike in Cage, I thought every cast member was incredible. Especially the band. The way the cast all harmonized was so beautiful. I also liked their one hit wonder covers after the show. I feel like I should be discussing something more significant like the fact they incorporated a screen into the show or how they flew at one point. I liked the music.
What else, what else, what else?
We, my group and I, looked at the windows displays at Saks, I liked that part too. And...
And we also went to Central Park that was really nice. I really liked that part. I was expecting it to be colder. It wasn't. These words are fillers I haven't much else to say. Good night. I liked the trip. Ok, good night.