10,000 years ago, when I was younger and thin, I was the worst kind of provincial art whore. Truth. Thanks to my innate Episcopalian ability to manipulate loopholes, I found myself in Bilbao for a six-month study abroad program to learning Basque. Bai! While there, I tried to visit the Guggenheim Bilbao as much as possible and it was where I learned to truly love conceptual art. My Spanish roommates used to make fun of me for my visits to the Guggenheim and say that the Guggenheim NYC looked a toilet bowl and the Guggenheim Bilbao what you would put in it.
It was only recently that I finally got to visit the Guggenheim New York City and I kind of agree, it does look like a toilet bowl.
