Met mish mash mosh
Going forward, I'll leave that stuff to Jimmy Bastard. (May he return to us soon.) As penance, I offer this photo montage of our recent trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We visited specifically to see the annual summer rooftop sculpture extravaganza, but I'll leave that for another post. Here's the flotsam and jetsam that I found in my iPhone when I got back to New Jersey.
In this accidental perspective, John Graham's Celia seems to be patting 6-Year Old on top of her head. Noguchi's Louros is her dance partner and Calder's Mobile stands in as the mirrored disco ball. I don't think she enjoyed the museum all that much. She seemed bored at times. But I think the exposure is important. When she's older, she'll have a level of familiarity and won't feel intimidated by broad-concept art.
We look like a set of matryoshka dolls. This is Anish Kapoor's fantastic sculpture Untitled. It's a series of hexagon mirrors that curve out into a bowl shape. Mrs. Wife can't stand in front of it for too long because it makes her nauseous. I love his stuff although I'm on the fence about his ArcelorMittal Orbit observation tower he constructed for the London Olympics.
I've been reading a children's book about the story of Degas's little dancer to her for years. We must've read that damn thing dozens of times. She'd been constantly haranguing me about taking her in for a visit and this is her first look. As she gets older, wish fulfillment will become more complex.