Art both real and rocky
Aug. 13th, 2012 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgHusband took me to the Art Gallery of WA today to see the MOMA (Museum of Modern Art) exhibition "Picasso to Warhol: Fourteen Modern Masters". i.e. Abstract leaning towards Surrealism with an aftertaste of Pop. I liked it. Mostly. Warhol continues to leave me cold, but maybe that's the idea.
I enjoyed it far more than I was expecting to, for there were many strikes against the outing before it even started. My expectations were low, for a start - almost all the responses I'd heard gave it a lukewarm reception at best. And I was sore, cranky, and tired from all the usual, but especially the latest step up in dose of my new med trial.
But I LOVED it.
There were only one or two of the imnsho-a-five-year-old-could-have-done-it school; an impressively high hit rate for perceptible artistic merit. I'm perfectly aware that Abtract does not mean "bad" but I could easily see the quality in the room. I think too a year of pretty rock pictures has gigted me with a much easier time finding interesting patterns and shapes. I don't think there were any serious WFT moments from the notes ("well of course that's a rooster, and that is clearly an icecream"), and I was charmed by the physicality of the pieces you just don't see in prints and even less so on the screen. It really is worth seeing them in person.
*cough* the same applies to pretty rock pictures which are available for sale as prints *cough*
Being a Monday mid afternoon the place was nicely underpopulated, and the one primary school group provided more entertainment than irritation. "Where do you want to go next?" asked the guide. "I want to go to bed!" responded one future art critic. My favourite OH line was "Can we see people with clothes on now?" The kids also had no touble whatsoever identifying various objects in the pictures, and actually seemed quite engaged.
There were a couple of other guided tours going on but I found them easy to ignore. I was more happy to bump into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crankynick being apparently force-fed some culture by his lovely bride vodkandlime.
I want a Pollock. This one. This surprises me. And this early/mid Mondrian. They both look so much better on a wall. (This is why I've included the shopping tag in this post. I can dream.)
But, having started less than on top when the crash came it came pretty hard, so I rested for a bit and then made the trek down the lift to the cafe for sugary water which helped a great deal. The insane price tag also helped to shock one into consciousness. We normally sit outside so we can people-watch, but the setting sun was too much and we found ourselves almost alone inside. I was drinking lemonade from a plastic bottle; I did not feel welcome.
I do feel reassured about the worthiness of pretty rock pictures however, and I even saw one master today that looked very familiar indeed.
This is a Pretty Rock picture "My Eyes Are Up Here Thank You"
And this is "Seated Bather" by Picasso:
Just sayin'.
I enjoyed it far more than I was expecting to, for there were many strikes against the outing before it even started. My expectations were low, for a start - almost all the responses I'd heard gave it a lukewarm reception at best. And I was sore, cranky, and tired from all the usual, but especially the latest step up in dose of my new med trial.
But I LOVED it.
There were only one or two of the imnsho-a-five-year-old-could-have-done-it school; an impressively high hit rate for perceptible artistic merit. I'm perfectly aware that Abtract does not mean "bad" but I could easily see the quality in the room. I think too a year of pretty rock pictures has gigted me with a much easier time finding interesting patterns and shapes. I don't think there were any serious WFT moments from the notes ("well of course that's a rooster, and that is clearly an icecream"), and I was charmed by the physicality of the pieces you just don't see in prints and even less so on the screen. It really is worth seeing them in person.
*cough* the same applies to pretty rock pictures which are available for sale as prints *cough*
Being a Monday mid afternoon the place was nicely underpopulated, and the one primary school group provided more entertainment than irritation. "Where do you want to go next?" asked the guide. "I want to go to bed!" responded one future art critic. My favourite OH line was "Can we see people with clothes on now?" The kids also had no touble whatsoever identifying various objects in the pictures, and actually seemed quite engaged.
There were a couple of other guided tours going on but I found them easy to ignore. I was more happy to bump into
crankynick being apparently force-fed some culture by his lovely bride vodkandlime.I want a Pollock. This one. This surprises me. And this early/mid Mondrian. They both look so much better on a wall. (This is why I've included the shopping tag in this post. I can dream.)
But, having started less than on top when the crash came it came pretty hard, so I rested for a bit and then made the trek down the lift to the cafe for sugary water which helped a great deal. The insane price tag also helped to shock one into consciousness. We normally sit outside so we can people-watch, but the setting sun was too much and we found ourselves almost alone inside. I was drinking lemonade from a plastic bottle; I did not feel welcome.
I do feel reassured about the worthiness of pretty rock pictures however, and I even saw one master today that looked very familiar indeed.
This is a Pretty Rock picture "My Eyes Are Up Here Thank You"
And this is "Seated Bather" by Picasso:
Just sayin'.
