Sunday, February 16, 2003
Museum |9:32 PM|
Went to Houston yesterday, to see a variety of great Polish works, (as well as some French masterpieces that Moscow collectors had purchased) including a work by Da Vinci. I had no idea that Lady with Ermine was a Da Vinci.
I loved this painting well before I knew who had painted it. I thought it was masterful before all the "baggage" of knowing it was a masterpiece.
(Insert about the crowd, breaking the crowd here)
The trip up there took 2 and a half hours, I drove Portalstar, her roomate, and the boyfriend of said roommate. That we spent 5 hours in a car together and didn't end up eating each other speaks very well of how we get along.
A moment of note on the trip there.
Once you leave Austin and head into the wilderness you quickly enter Bumfuck, Texas. We stopped at Cracker Barrel for breakfast, and besides the bad vibes that Portalstar's roomate and the roomate's boyfriend were getting for being "interracial", we heard the following exchange:
Woman: "They seat black people at this resteraunt?"
Man: "Yeah, it's sort of a college town, they're a lot more liberal here."
What the
fuck?. How do you even attempt to counter act the generations of dumbfuckery that went into that statement?
But that was a low point of an otherwise really exciting (if tiring) trip. The museum we visited clearly had done a lot of work for the exibits, and their automated tour system was worthy of mention. Small devices with a keypad were issued to each patron, and when the number next to a painting was typed in, a great deal of additional information was played on good quality headphones. All in all, it was a remarkable presentation.
Portalstar put up with a lot of my questions, and I managed to learn a great deal about what went into each work. I had no idea that some of the larger paintings were not done exclusively by the painter himself, that they often had studios of assistants helping to do the more repetetive tasks. Or that tempera consists of raw pigment mixed with egg whites, and that "roaches love it". PortalStar also pointed out something I hadn't thought of at all, that a part of the excitement at seeing these works first hand is that the actual artist worked with this very object. That when you viewed it, you were standing the same distance as him or her, when they made it. It took a bit for me to grasp that, that it was a physical link to that work so many hundreds of years ago.
The drive back was uneventful, a draining day all around.
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