My goodness, the month is about up! Time just whizzes along at my age. I had a great time at the museum yesterday. I was especially taken by Jay de Feo's show. I loved her photographs, and the graphite drawings and the collages. And that girl knew how to slap on the paint. I've got a soft spot for globs of paint. I adore Anselm Kiefer and others who build monuments on canvases. It was inspiring, her show, and eye opening. I don't think she got enough credit for her art. The Jasper Johns show was more limited and did contain pieces I love, but I'm not really wild about him. I see his place in the pantheon, but he doesn't move me. Anyway, we had fun, and took a long time in each show. They had given us free audio, and it was very helpful, except one of the three narrators about the Johns show was pretentious and had to use abstract language instead of showing us detail or history or some insight. The flowery language made me feel Johns' art was pretentious, which is a bad sign. But I reminded myself that this was just a curator who was full of himself and thought we couldn't make connections or see the larger issues on our own.
Last night I finished Junot Diaz's "This is how you lose her", which is so funny, brilliant, sad and full of life that you feel shot through with adrenalin. Now I'm going to find his earlier books and savor his writing more. Wow! What a talent!
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