Willowness in NYC
Yay for adventures!
Yay for waking up and deciding that hey, I really don't want to take the SAT's today, so I'm just not going to!
I had a little bit of issues with subway and bus and walking transportation on the way there, but after nearly giving Willow a heart attack with my tardiness, we walked 13 blocks for pizza (it was good pizza too) and then we went to the Guggenheim, which was so nifty! I have had a lack of stimulation in art for so long, and now it's back and there are all these ideas just bursting in my head, and I'm so excited!
I have never been in a building by Franklin Lloyd Wright before, and I don't think I like it. I know very well that I'm supposed to like his architecture -- everybody does -- and while I do, I just don't. It's one of those things that appeal to me in a freakish, clear cut way, and while it truly repels me I just can't help liking it in a way, and that, in turn, freaks me out even more and scares me. So in short, No.
There was this one exhibit there where the artists had done something so spectacular with photography -- even if everything else there had been horrible, it would have been worth it to go see this. One photographer would take a role of film and go shoot nature-y things, mostly flowers. Then he would rewind the film and have the other artist go shoot pictures on top of it. The result was two pictures super-imposed on each other. They turned out ephemeral and rather addicting. The artists are Peter Fichli, and David Weiss, in case anybody is interested.
And there was a weird hypnotizing movie which was a bit frightening, and another odd movie with a weird clicking thing and a white balloon. The walls were padded with foam, and there were squishy foam seats that were rather fun. But oh, some of the things there were not really art, they were poison. Art is supposed to bring beauty into the world, and I don't understand how these did, and it made me so sad and angry, and I felt ugly looking at them.
Yay for waking up and deciding that hey, I really don't want to take the SAT's today, so I'm just not going to!
I had a little bit of issues with subway and bus and walking transportation on the way there, but after nearly giving Willow a heart attack with my tardiness, we walked 13 blocks for pizza (it was good pizza too) and then we went to the Guggenheim, which was so nifty! I have had a lack of stimulation in art for so long, and now it's back and there are all these ideas just bursting in my head, and I'm so excited!
I have never been in a building by Franklin Lloyd Wright before, and I don't think I like it. I know very well that I'm supposed to like his architecture -- everybody does -- and while I do, I just don't. It's one of those things that appeal to me in a freakish, clear cut way, and while it truly repels me I just can't help liking it in a way, and that, in turn, freaks me out even more and scares me. So in short, No.
There was this one exhibit there where the artists had done something so spectacular with photography -- even if everything else there had been horrible, it would have been worth it to go see this. One photographer would take a role of film and go shoot nature-y things, mostly flowers. Then he would rewind the film and have the other artist go shoot pictures on top of it. The result was two pictures super-imposed on each other. They turned out ephemeral and rather addicting. The artists are Peter Fichli, and David Weiss, in case anybody is interested.
And there was a weird hypnotizing movie which was a bit frightening, and another odd movie with a weird clicking thing and a white balloon. The walls were padded with foam, and there were squishy foam seats that were rather fun. But oh, some of the things there were not really art, they were poison. Art is supposed to bring beauty into the world, and I don't understand how these did, and it made me so sad and angry, and I felt ugly looking at them.