Can you find me soft asylum?

I am thoroughly unimpressed by the NYU MFAs. However, I feel more confident about my own work and it is kind of nice to know that just because you are from New York does not give you any sort of artistic edge. I feel like the emerging artists I saw in the Chelsea galleries today could have been hung side by side with work coming from the same demographic in Eugene. It was fun to see them, but at the same time, I realized I had built up this crazy idea that they would just be astounding and therefore, I was disappointed somewhat. Oh well, I mean, I know (if I take two seconds to think about it) that the talent comes from the person, not where they are from. And that was corroborated today. Also, I got to see some Cindy Sherman film stills, which was awesome, and there was this one entire gallery dedicated to this body of work called...well, I forget, but it was full of these images of creepy childhood. The first thing was a large photograph (I am pretty sure) of a little girl holding a doll, and there was a similar doll resting on top of the frame. There were other pictures with items around or on them, as well. The whole thing was mostly black, with white for the details, and some color. There were charcoal drawings and these giant iron (steel?) boxes that acted as frames for some of the work. Also, there were a bunch of children's shoes stuck onto the wall, some painted. The whole thing had such a strong theme, but with many variations and interesting methods of display. I found it to be quite wonderful. The end.