Showing posts with label museum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label museum. Show all posts

Sunday, July 24, 2011

SUPER SATURDAY!

My day in pictures:
   Completed lesson #7 of 8, swimming 1.5 hours. Spent the next 1.5 hours sunning for a few minutes, jumping in the pool to cool off, sunning, etc. Ended up with a sunburn.
   Grilled up some BBQ chicken and sweet corn that would have made any KC BBQ joint jealous. Really.
On the way to pick up Madeline for our evening plans...
A quick detour through the Plaza...
Passed some construction work areas with great signs!
   Took in some art at the Nelson: a small (under 3' high) model "Dendroid" from artist Roxy Payne. The main event, a film called "The Wolf and the Medallion" is detailed in another post... 
   Not pictured: the fried tofu with awesome sauce, and chicken with black bean sauce at Blue Koi. And it was, in fact, AWESOME. Had a great talk with Madel... it was fun to catch up and talk about our travels.
   And that led to the inevitable stop at Glace´ for some refreshment from the heat (it was still over 90 degrees at 10 pm). Many others had the same idea: there was a line out the door! So we grabbed 3 pints from the case to go...

   And we took them back to Wayne & Diane's place to share. Goat cheese & wildflower honey; fresh mint chocolate chip, and honey sesame. (All were good; the sesame was too subtle. The goat cheese still holds the title as my favorite.)

Monday, July 4, 2011

Fantasy 4th of July Weekend

My weekend, in a few adjectives:
Fun.
Indulgent.
Sweaty.
Magical.
Creative.
Delicious.
Extraordinary.
   I had an amazingly awesome Fourth of July weekend: charcuterie, wine, cheese and tapas at Extra Virgin. Fireworks on the lawn of Liberty Memorial. A heaping helping of Oklahoma Joe's BBQ. An afternoon at the Nelson-Atkins Museum. Dinner at Justus Drugstore and a chat with the chef. I slept in every day. Watched the first seven stunning episodes of Mad Men (finally!), as well as the unapologetically sweet, wonderful and sentimental Cinema Paradiso. Walked at Shawnee Mission Park with the pups (despite the intense heat and humidity). Co-created two delicious homemade amoeba-shaped pizzas and drank too much good wine.
   All in all, it was a fantasy weekend with someone very cool, so I guess I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when I woke up this morning feeling melancholy that it was coming to an end. But I guess I have to return to reality: the cold slap in the face of a lawn to be mowed, house cleaning and a pile of laundry, and a 5:45 am wake up call for work tomorrow.   Can't wait 'til the next time...
   Top that off with Kristin getting engaged yesterday, and an impending visit to see Kelley and her sure-to-be enormous belly in LA, as well as the chance to represent my work at the Gallery 1988. Life is awesome.
Happy.
Sparkly.
Adorable.

Monday, May 17, 2010

MOMA: A WOW!

Following my jaunt in the park, I met up with John & we went to MoMA, expressly to see the Tim Burton exhibition that Marita told us about. It was gone. But we didn't know that until we had bought tickets & entered the "special exhibition" space on the 6th floor. And boy, was it special. It was a bunch of live re-performances of work by Marina Abramović entitled, "The Artist Is Present." Well, she wasn't present, as luck would have it. But there were a ton of other naked performers doing strange things: running at full speed into solid walls, screaming at each other with their faces 1/4" apart, standing back-to-back with their hair knotted together. Oh yes, this was art. If you like to see naked women crucified high up on a gallery wall, or lying on a large cross-shaped block of ice, this is for you. If you like looking at a grisly photo of bloody bones on the wall, then turning to find a big pile of them picked clean, this is for you. If you like stuff that is normal, this probably isn't for you. Fortunately, they had other art as well. I had never noticed the dog lying under the table in this Picasso. You won't notice it in my photo, either, since it's so @%#*! dark:
Wonder how much force it would take to knock one over?
You try it, kid:
Clearly this artist doesn't know how to spell.
I couldn't read a single one!
When Kristin becomes an ophthalmologist I'm totally buying these for her. Or will more likely steal them from the museum since I don't have that kind of cash. Maybe if I could paint like this I'd have more money. I hate my life.
If your ham looks like that, 
stab it in the eye & lay off the Absinthe:
Please, sir, you're blocking the Pollack!
That sculpture looks like a wiry monster
sneaking up on those two with claws ready:

He'll grab them while they're distracted
by this painting as bright as the sun:
A tapestry embroidered with the names
of the 1000 longest rivers in the world.
Boringest tapestry ever:
Yep, that's a flag all right.
Gotta love the Warhols:
Looks like they made that chick from Iron Man into soup:
Fun way to display photographs. Of naked people.
Which you can see up on the 6th floor.
But these are more attractive than those were:
I like the tiger face in this one by Joan Miró. 
But good lord, Miró, what are you trying to say here?
That's a lot of circles!
Wooden cutouts of SCUBA divers.
I'd be much less nervous doing SCUBA without the water:
Hey, I think I recognize this place:
If you look really closely you can see me & John
in the tiny bus, waving as we leave MoMA.

I could make fun of art for hours. What a blast!