The first two floors of contemporary wing are worthless, usual modern crap, go straight to 3rd floor for surrealists, including Albert Bloch’s Three Pierrots and Harlequin, Conrad Felixmuller’s “The Death of the Poet Walter Rheiner” which is a great depiction of the spirit of nightlife in a big city, Chagall’s “Birth”, Matta’s incredibly colorful “The Earth is a Man” and Beckmann’s “Reclining Nude”; one of the very few nudes in modern art that is actually erotic.