accidental feminist

so much for trying to culture me March 28, 2006

My husband takes me on a surprise outing to the Art Institute for the morning, and the most interesting thing to me is this:

I followed her half way around the food court to get this shot, too. What I really should have done was go up to her, tell her I got the same scarf from the Hearthsong catalogue, and asked if she’d mind if her friend took our picture together. Hindsight…

But really, my favorite find of the day was a Picasso I had never seen before. It reminded me of how he supposedly would pay for meals by sketching on a napkin and signing his name. This one on corrugated cardboard must have been for the movers:

Sorry that the blur impedes your ability to see the “cut-out, pop-up” genitals. Hey, look, it’s art if you put it behind a glass case. In fact, Yosef and I were thinking of roping off a particularly muddy section of the “Modern Building” rennovation they’re doing outside and putting a plaque next to it. Seemed fitting. Or is that PoMo? Well, according to Douglas Rushkoff, PoMo is dead, which means, in practical terms, that all of us smart asses will soon be expected to quit making witty meta-banter and start producing something of real value unto itself. Whatever that means.

I was a bit dissappointed to find that Picasso’s “Mother and Child” had been moved (I do so love it that the only painting he ever made that actually depicts a woman in a nurturing and positive role was slashed to remove her from it).

It’s off to the Museum of Science and Industry tomorrow.

I *heart* Spring Break.