So Very Dark

So, shortly, update on my latest, but as this blog is running a bit long, it’s going to have to stand alone.

Sooo…..

The Ron Mueck exhibit.

His work was unbelievably awesome. Seriously, amazing. from the musculature of the toes angled and wrinkled correctly for balancing the subject’s position to the mottling of the skin tone. Remarkable. ALSO, the pieces are all non-life size, either giant or tiny, so odds are that he did not pull a Vincent Price, unless he has a shrink/anti-shrink ray as well.

I saw:

<–this one was awesome and tiny and AWESOME

<–dude in a rowboat. Fantastic.

<–she seemed to be checking out–>

<–unfortunately did not get a good look at this

<–giant baby

So, Mueck’s art was amazing. However, those were about the only pieces that were displayed. I had really been looking forward to a bit more. His art was what I went for, and there were a lot more pieces I would have loved to see.

Most of the other work in the museum did NOT float my boat that much…I understand that in his time Andy Warhol was a very innovative person, and that he was doing some very new and interesting things. His work just doesn’t really appeal to me. Call me a heathen if you must, but it’s too flat, too harsh, too bright for my taste.

And the fact that there are three tables full of his personal correspondence (letters to his mom, birthday cards, etc.) was a bit baffling to me. And the film and photo series of a man peeing on a canvas were not to my taste at all.

I was also a bit irritated, as, after we had been looking at the exhibit for about 15 minutes, and I was in the middle of examining the head self-portrait, a museum dude came over to tell Briggs and I that because our bags were larger than a certain size, we had to go all the way back to the first floor and put them in lockers. First of all, what were we going to do? Steal the sculptures? Second, if they had told us when we first came in, when we bought tickets, at the same time that they told us that no photography was allowed, they could have told us to stow our bags–rather than after we had come up to the 7th floor and were deeply absorbed in studying the amazing sculpting abilities of the artist who’s work I came to see.

Anyway, the overall museum experience was not all that I had hoped, but even so, was worth the trip–firstly, because to see even a handfull of Mueck’s work close-up was truly amazing, and secondly, because I had a really fun time hanging out with some cool people.

kittens

one burried up to it’s neck inside a goldfish bowl, because we knew it could survive on the fish swimming past it’s fuzzy orange head — fish aren’t very smart, and there were enough in the bowl, that if it stayed still, with it’s mouth open, dinner would surely swim in from time to time. We finally took it out when we figured that the fish might be getting smart enough to avoid the kitten head at the bottom of the bowl. So I unburied it’s furry orange body from the colorful stones and and drops of polished glass, and wrapped the damp kitty in a towel, and went about finding something for it to eat.

Another kitten that ended up in the freezer with it’s bowl of food. I just forgot it was in there. Next time I opened it, the kitten jumped out before I could blink, and surprised me standing down by my feet. No hard feelings though, beyond a reproachful kitty glare. Just wanted to be fed again. You know how cats are.

I was supposed to get married to the handsome prince, but realized at the last minute that it was the wrong decision for both of us, and instead passed the honor to one of the dearest members of my court who had been in love with him for eons. He was hurt at first(There was a garden and a gold ring bearing his standard wrapped in soft velvet in a place I had hidden it…but he was a bit bitter to want it any more.), but it was the right choice to make everyone happily ever after.

We rode scooters gliding over the wakes of the water and flying through the air as we hit the crest, waving to the cruise vessel sailing nearby.