Museumy Goodness

"... and the impossibility of not falling in love in an art museum with the person standing next to you looking at the same painting and all the other things that just happen and are." - Jonathan Safran Foer (can't stop, won't stop quoting this man)


I can't wait to spend an excessive amount of time in museums while I'm abroad. This past week Lara and I went into the city to visit the Chicago Art Institute and it was just wonderful. I didn't fall in love with anyone though, unless you count Rothko, which is inevitable... We did, however, watch an experimental black&white video of a famous guy just pointing at the camera for a long time. It had something to do with his fascination with the relations between artist and spectators, etc. etc. I think he was probably just fucking with us. 


Anyway, here are some horrible pictures I took on my Crackberry. You're welcome, world.

This Cezanne painting was my favorite. 

Picasso. Took us a while to find this guy. 

Mmmmmm.

A hipster family with a British mom took pictures of their teenage son looking pensively at this for quite some time. I think (hope) I made it into at least one of their photos.