Museum spurs interest in 3-D design.

Last weekend while in New York trying to stay out of the freezing drizzle, DC and I, along with half of Manhattan, ducked into the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

The packed museum seemed more so because visitors were bundled in coats, hats and scarves. Each body was twice its normal size, so you felt as if you were in a crowd of corndogs. Thus, the art of seeing art turned into a combat sport. When I tired of jockeying between the padded players, dodging, tackling, craning my neck, extending on tiptoes and inserting myself like a comma to catch a glimpse of Van Gogh’s “Cypresses,” I gravitated away from the walls toward the salons’ centers, where I discovered, or rediscovered, the beauty of sculpture.

The museum’s many sculptures were blessedly surrounded by air, enough space to appreciate them.

So, while others formed a gaggle