I make my way (through the Puerto Rican Day Parade) to MoMA to see the Richard Serra exhibit. Although I am familiar with Serra's work, I find myself in awe of the monumental sculptures, as if I were seeing them for the first time. I am delighted and curious about surface and texture. I am in wonderment as I travel through curves to no particular point. The sculptures become personal as I am alone, amongst many other viewers. I want to sit and sketch, and ponder what or who is on the other side.