MIAga82 said:
aggiehawg said:
Yeppers, that's what it looked like. The docent asked me if I wanted to pay ten dollars for guided tour. I was laughing so hard and loudly, I got kicked out of the museum.
Similar experience at the entrance to the Carnegie art museum in Pittsburgh. Only difference was that the piece had a single black dot in the very center. I commented to the security guard, "Who slept with the curator to get that thing hung?" From behind me, I heard, "I'm the curator." I can't recall the rest of the very short conversation, but she didn't hang around very long. The guard winked at me when I left a couple of hours later. At least one person on staff had an eye for good culture.
I used to visit my old law school roommate in Chicago quite often and spent days in the Art Institute and had often been to the Guggenheim and other art museums in NYC, so when I went to San Francisco I was expecting it to really be closer to those museums.
Not only was it much smaller than I expected but the quality of the art was largely pathetic. I was in and out of there in less than an hour. Even though I was asked to leave, I had seen everything. Of course three of the galleries were of Ryman's "work."
When asked about the guided tour, I replied, "How many times re you going to say, 'Look at the startling absence of color, on this tour?'" And laughed.
The week after I got home was Easter. My friends gave me a Richard Ryman Easter basket. White basket, white grass, and boiled white eggs.