Opinion / Ed Stocker
Blank canvas
It’s a funny thing when a city is temporarily stripped of its cultural institutions – and whatever people say, virtual exhibitions just aren’t the same. Does a city with great cultural offerings become a little less great when it cannot deliver? Perhaps its citizens think so: like wild animals gradually taking over an abandoned building, humans are once again starting to populate the environs of New York’s arts institutions, almost as though they are willing them to reopen. At weekends, the steps outside Brooklyn Museum near where I live are full of people taking in the sun and occasionally performing elaborate exercise routines.
One piece of positive recent news in this regard is the announcement by New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art (pictured), better known as The Met, that it will reopen in mid-August. Or at least – in what is a sign of the times more than vagueness on the part of the gargantuan museum – “perhaps a few weeks later”. Physically distanced viewing and reduced opening hours aren’t going to put an end to what are tough times for The Met, which has forecast losses of $150m (€137m) due to coronavirus. Other venerable NYC organisations, such as the American Museum of Natural History and the Guggenheim, aren’t faring any better – and all have been slashing jobs.
Civic leaders will need to step in to help these places, which have to be allowed greater financial flexibility than in the past to adapt to the new times. But their relevance will be greater than ever. As we remain wrapped up in ourselves and this moment in time, these cultural institutions are a reminder of the bigger picture: windows into our past that might hold the key to our future collective catharsis.