Making things easier on myself is difficult for me.
A couple of months ago, Alisa and I went to the SFMOMA to take a look at The Steins Collection while it was in town, featuring works by Matisse, Picasso and Toulouse-Lautrec, a personal favorite of mine. The Impressionist masterpieces on display were amazing, of course, and I figured I’d write a super-fancy post about my visit. I’d get myself all cultured-up and I’d have some new content for the blog. It was going to be a two birds with one stone sort of thing. Hooray for multi-tasking!
Somehow this did not happen and it can most likely be blamed on some one besides me, because I’m not ever lazy in any way. The exhibit is long over and I never managed to write my post. I did, however, do a couple of sketches about my visit that day in preparation for doing the writing portion and a couple of days ago I found them under a stack of crap on my desk.
I was going to just post the sketches with no accompanying text to explain anything, but making things easier on myself is difficult for me. So here are the sketches with a tiny bit of explanation…
Alisa said that people were giving me strange looks because at certain paintings I would lean in to get a closer look at the artist’s technique. Every painter does this. It’s almost impossible to not do it if you are a student of the craft …or if you think the impressionist paintings often look like they were painted with frosting!
I have no idea what this was originally supposed to be about, but it should seem rather apparent to everyone that Stick-Figure Andrew is a short-bus window-licker.
Always make sure to time your visit to avoid the museum’s guided tour group. Wait all day if necessary because those tour groups are like a slow motion tsunami of irritating turnips that you can never escape.
This sketch is clearly a referencing a sculptural piece titled Doorstop by Tobias Wong that I’m fairly certain isn’t all that terrific, much like my not-so-clever little drawing. Frankly though, who am I to criticize since his work is in the SFMOMA and mine is in my hallway.
After a day of viewing masterpieces and enlightening oneself, there’s nothing like two sauce monkeys engaging in their ritual mating dance.
