Detail of Museum of Modern Art - S.F.
Today (first Tuesday of the month) is free admission day at SFMOMA. There are two kinds of free, a five dollar free to see the special exhibits and a regular free to see the usual suspects. And yes, it was a long line. (either kind of free is a savings on the usual price) My first stop was the corner that Joseph Cornell lives in. I keep imagining that Wintermute might slip in a new box when no one is looking . (come on, it's not that obscure; hint - Lady 3Jane Tessier-Ashpool, Molly, the Finn) That business being attended to, it's off to Warhol, Johns, Matisse, et al. One gallery consisted of a scattering of small paintings and a single wall-sized 3D lithograph with a standing installation in the middle of the floor. The floor piece consisted of black-plush poodles ( $1.29 ea if bought in bulk) standing in four concentric rings around a baby doll laying on a green paper cutout of a star. To my left, a tall professor type, straight out of central casting , was explaining the significance of this work to a group of Asian students. '...interior motive ... deconstructing the ritual .... aesthetics of the neo-objective.' I was feeling pretty down. "I'm just not getting it." Suddenly a little girl came bursting through, ducking between everyone's legs, pointing, and she was yelling in the happiest voice one can imagine; 'Mama, look at that ... LOOK Mama.' Darn good advice.
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