The writing (and the art) on the wall
[Warning: I am going to hijack my own blog for a moment.]
As you may or may not know, I am a long-time lover of modern art. And it just so happens that I live in a city that happens to house some of the greatest masterpieces of the modern era, all available for me to drool over any time I want. How incredibly and deliciously convenient! I am a regular visitor of the major art museums in the city and am always on the lookout for new exhibitions, interesting loans, etc. While I always have a great time in the museums, I admit that I really do have a soft spot for modern-era pieces (late 1800s and most of the 1900s; impressionism, cubism, surrealism). This stuff seriously gets my juices flowing, if you know what I mean.Â
There are always one or two pieces that I consider to be the “stars” of the collection in each modern gallery; favorites include The Starry Night at the Museum of Modern Art (not to mention about two dozen other “HOLY SHIT” pieces at the MOMA) and the big Jackson Pollock at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Today I visited the Guggenheim after a several-year-long hiatus (shame on me, really) and was surprised to see a much less conspicuous but still show-stealing piece quietly hanging in one of the rear galleries: Picasso’s Woman Ironing. Let me just say: HOLY SHIT. Loved it. I don’t remember seeing this piece before, but I’m sure I must have seen it at some point because it’s part of the Guggenheim’s permanent collection. Anyway, WOW. Peeps, if you are in New York and have the slightest interest in modern art, take my advice and go visit these museums. You won’t be disappointed.
[Ok, hijacking over. Thanks for bearing with me.]
So in the midst of looking at all the gorgeous pieces at the Guggenheim, the silence of my cell phone blatantly alerted me to the writing on the wall. That’s right – he didn’t call. He said he would call me on Saturday, and here it is, Sunday evening, with no phone call, no text, no email, no nothing. That’s it – I’m calling bullshit and dropping the whole thing. Done. In all my dating experience, I’ve learned that what they say in the movie is true – if he doesn’t call, he’s just not that into you. Period. Next!
That’s no fun. The guy must not realize who he’s dealing with.
Hammer’s last blog post..I want DD
February 23rd, 2009 at 10:38 amWhat a loser. DO NOT give him a second chance.
February 23rd, 2009 at 6:56 pmHammer – Whatever! I have no patience for bullshit like that anymore.
Mr NYC – That’s what I keep telling myself…
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February 23rd, 2009 at 10:36 pmLove Jackson Pollock. He once said “My painting does not come from the easel. I prefer to tack the unstretched canvas to the hard wall or the floor. I need the resistance of a hard surface. On the floor I am more at ease. I feel nearer, more part of the painting, since this way I can walk around it, work from the four sides and literally be in the painting.” That’s what you should do. Forget these guys. I say fuck the PAINTINGS! Get in there. Let the colors wash over you. Use your entire body. Orgasmic art.
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February 24th, 2009 at 12:22 amArt museums are fun, I can stand at a painting for an hour studying the brush strokes and wondering how they did that. Unfortunately someone from my past in college loved the same place and I can’t help but remember her every time I walk in, even after all these years.
I remember getting into an amusing argument with someone about Frida Kahlo the last time I went. Not to say that I discredit her as an artist, I’m simply not a fan of her, I cringe at her style of artwork.
February 24th, 2009 at 1:23 amBuddha – I really like the sound of that – thanks for the encouragement. : ) I also really like the phrase, “I need the resistance of a hard surface.” That can be applied to so many things – as if my life is not complete without some kind of resistance pressing up against me – whether it’s work, dating, health, etc. What would I do if suddenly everything started going well? Hahaha.
Virgin – Don’t you hate it when memories of past girlfriends/boyfriends ruin a place that you used to really love? There are a few restaurants sprinkled throughout the city that I can no longer visit for that exact reason. As for Frida, I do like her work, but I don’t tend to drool over it like I do with other artists.
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February 24th, 2009 at 8:32 pm