
Snow falling in front of the Met (photo credit: Billy Hughes)
Recently I went to the Met with a friend. Having both taken Art Hum, we decided to play a game in the Medieval wing: we would prohibit ourselves from reading the explanatory signs, and instead try to deduce the very basic information (subject, time period, place of creation) about each object we saw. We were wrong almost 100% of the time, but our game was a lot of fun. Since we had taken Quechua together and co-developed an interest in Inka art, we tried this again in the Met’s new ancient American wing, where we were, again, incorrect but happy.
Later, I was struck that the foundational clues of this game– Marian blue, use of perspective, the folds in sculptural fabric, etc.– would have gone unnoticed by me even just two years earlier. It was only because we had taken Art Hum that my friend and I could engage with the Met’s collections this way. My coursework had enhanced my leisure time. More generally, I saw how my education was playing offense against boredom and apathy; the more I learned, the more interesting the world became to me.








