A date with myself (scattered in thought and horribly written)

So, I decide I am not gonna be bored on a Saturday and since I had been wanting to go and see the Picasso Matisse Chagall exhibit at Lakeview, I decided today would be the day. I had to sneak a couple cell phone shots in to commemorate the day. I don't know why you aren't allowed to take pictures, but like many rules... they are meant to be broken.

The Matisse lithographs and Chagall pieces didn't do much for me (I liked the Chagall piece, "Isaiah":
but that was about it).

But to my surprise, I actually liked quite a few of the Picasso linocuts and aquatints. I had never really cared for Picasso. But you know, before I saw some of the Warhol pieces at the Museum of Modern Art in San Francisco, I didn't really get him either. Not that I am all about Picasso or cubism, but one series I really liked (but didn't get pictures of), were 3 variations of 2 women in the bedroom. I wish I remembered the name, but what can I say, my memory sucks!




Another piece I liked was:
(stolen from the web)

The highlight, to me, was this creepy piece:


It is just an estate portrait, unsigned (no artist is known)... But the homunculus face... just creepy! (I had to photo manipulte the glare out, but you get the idea).

It was $6.00 for fuck's sake, so I didn't expect much (though I was able to get into the Museum of Modern Art for FREE!!!). But its a way to kill the Saturday.

Plus I was able to score a book by Ernest Hemingway, "The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories" for 50 cents!


FACE!!!