”If I run through it will I be arrested?” Hey. It was an honest question.
”you might get kicked out” the keeper of the “art” piles on the floor said laughing. “maybe not arrested.”
I was stunned. Over 400 piles of rice, each measuring 1 and a half handfulls laid out on the floor. In the middle? 5 little yellow islands of pollen…HAND COLLECTED… by the artist. Hey I’m impressed. Do you know how much pollen is in one flower? maybe a pinch…maybe.



“Laib’s art-making process is ritualistic and intensely focused. For Without Place–Without Time–Without Body, he collected hazelnut pollen. In the gallery, each mound of pollen and rice is carefully distributed by hand. Slight irregularities in the placement of some mounds of rice reveal the process and the artist’s hand at work. “~
So Hey, another experience scratched off my “not ever done in life” list. In case you’re wondering. No, never been to an Art museum. History yes. Art no. Not even on a field trip.
*one of my favorite watercolors below. John La Farge. I marveled not at the painting as much as the fact that it was created almost 200 years ago.

*and another of my favorites. painted in 1700 something. Standing close up to it the cracking on the painting is amazing.
I was like a mommy telling Doug to stop touching the paintings. I envisioned alarms going off if we did touch them. I imagined little flakes of paint falling off and us running…
I can’t even imagine anything lasting a few hundred years, nowdays. Look how beautiful it is. Her gown must have been unimaginably breathtaking in person.

*In the pop art section: forget art. my gaze then gravitated on people. always interesting to me.

*because nothing says art like a giant ear of corn, and giant butter the size of my laptop. there were stranger things on the walls. a giant pile of metal junk with lace clothing hanging on it. a giant smashed saxaphone.

there’ll be more to come.
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