i'm so sick of my pepper cassarole. have to cook soemthing different.
but not tonight- tonight jen met me after work and we went to boni vino for pizza. she's going through her list of things that she wants to accomplish before leaving chicago, and one of them is the museum of contemporary art. they're having a exhibit on andy warhol right now which i wanted to see. being a pennsylvanian who loves bright colors and all. ch would prefer warhol's movies to his screenprints, so i was planning on going alone, so i was glad to have company. jen i don't think is a good museum companion for me. she moves too fast, and more importantly has no reaction to my opinions and few opinions of her own. i love how simple warhol is, and i want to read his quotes outloud, but she wasn't so much for reading the cards.
downstairs was another exhibition, "figurative sculpture and abstract painting from chicago collections" and there, finally, i got a reaction from jen. the 4nd to last piece we looked at was a really black shiny enameled canvas with marks scratched in it. she said, "i like it- it's black and shiny" and i'm like FINALLY! but that was all of her opinions. i don't react to every piece, but some i feel quite strongly about, and some i just feel like i know things about them, proud of my art history courses, or i want to know things about them. i'm the kind of girl who likes to read about an exhibit (or a movie for that matter) in time out chicago and the reader before i go see it.
figurative sculpture of course made me miss leah. there were actually a few pieces i really liked- this huge resin baby with creepy eyes, and i giant tower of cardboard shapes with tiny white lumps on it. but i really wanted her interpretation. especially in the calder room- i've always liked the flamingo, perhaps cause it's red, but in general i don't really get him. the moving piece in the sears tower just seems to be a waste of energy and, i don't know, i'm bored by the mobiles. but everybody has their thing, and modern sculpture is not mine.
i did have this great feeling of being all arty though, when entering a new room i saw jen standing in front of this fabulous shiny streaky kinda glowing mess, and i'm like, is that a gerhard richter? i love richter! and i looked at the card, and it was! the thing that i think is coolest about richter though is how he does both abstract paintings:
and impressionistic ones:
which do the john singer sargent thing i love so much of looking photoreal from far away and are just blobby bits close up. he also is into blurry photograpsh and all kinds of bright colored things, and oh, he's german, what's not to like?
i'm sorry about the way i get so carried away when i go to a museum, folks. i bet loading all the images is a total pain. i skim other peoples blogs about tv, so i'm sure most of you feel the same way about art- i guess it's important for me to talk about it, so if i'm there by myself or if i'm with someone who's not really experiencing it like i am, i need some other outlet.
by the way, l's in oman. hopefully. thinking about her all day. unfortunately, calling is no longer an option. but i'm not getting worried. she'll be back in no time, i'm sure.
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