I liked the Hopper. And the 14 foot "Reflections of Clouds on the Water-Lily Pond" turned-on some commuter so much that he got it half rolled off the tiled wall before he got caught.
Photo by wallyg
I liked that the paintings made me want to stop and observe, though I'd often grab the express Q at 14th Street on my rush home, skipping the transfer all together.
Tonight after coffee and talk with a friend about how writers observe so much that they observe themselves into a fix, being unable to write because every thought is not what they really want to say, I got off the R to transfer to the Q, eager to stop and take in the paintings.
And, of course, they were gone. After 3 months the advertisements were back, and I never took advantage of the underground MOMA exhibit just two stops from my apartment.