Mariko Mori Exhibit

Today I ventured into New York City again to visit the Mariko Mori exhibit at the Japan Society. It was... interesting. Very abstract and naturalistic. Honestly I was not too thrilled but at least I have something to write about for my Basic Art&Tech CEC and I do understand it, I just didn't LOVE it.

Excuse the appearance; I TRIED to make it more legible but didn't quite succeed...

This room was sort of interesting. We weren't allowed to take pictures in most of the exhibit, unfortunately. This part of the exhibit was a room in which a crystal dangled from the ceiling over a mound of salt and on the wall were eight round pictures of particles- there seemed to be an ongoing bubble theme in this exhibit if one wasn't aware that they were supposed to be particles.

I am not a fan of this picture. I know that she's focusing on prehistoric images but this one just doesn't seem extremely exciting. All of these images would be far more interesting if she provided insight as to what they were once used for and why they were arranged. Otherwise they're just all a bit boggling.

Random Person at Dinner

I felt like I had to get a picture of this person who asked to sit with me at dinner because he was such a non-event. He was not creepy or lecherous but perfectly normal, rational, and relievedly quiet. He also has one of the longest faces I've seen. His name was Brendan and he was definitely one of the most bearable random persons.

Hands- Extensions of the Eyes

So perhaps first you register someone else visually, but through the hands you first connect through touch. I remember shaking Nick's hand for the first time; now I highly suspect I take his hands for granted! Which is perfectly normal, I suppose, but it's interesting that seeing them digitally is what it takes to remind me how long and aesthetic his fingers are. Otherwise it's just another fact in my brain.

Domestic Art

Over the weekend I took many pictures in the beautiful house in which I've been a nanny for the past two years. The owners, Kim and Rathi, have exquisite taste in art, and I wonder if it will carry on to their daughter.

This picture has haunted me my entire life- it's the only one from my house I'm posting and was painted by my great Uncle George, who was an art professor at Temple University in the 1950s. I'm pretty sure he committed suicide and, as much as I hate such posthumous judgments on art, this kind of looks like a painting someone unhappy would make.

This picture and the rest were taken in the house of the people I babysit for. They have the most marvelous art! What I'm posting is not all, by far.

The woman whose child I watch, Kim, made this! This is of her daughter, Lyla. It's enormous and fabulous.

Kim also painted this; it's so serene. As you can see she's also in the process of painting the room as well.

Someone painted a portrait of the family; the colors delight me.

I painted this for Kim's last birthday! I could have been more creative but it was a nice OCD-pleasing project. I should have made a greater range of blues.

This is one of those pieces of art that make me ill when I think that people actually spent money on them and wonder if I should just pawn off my old sketchbooks for $100 a piece if this is considered legitimate art.

More Statues (Not Sure What They're Called or Who Made Them!)

 They remind me of something made by Rodin. They were in front of the "Credit Agricole" building on the Avenue of Americas but I couldn't find any plaque or anything online. Sigh.

Two More New Yorkers

I'm not sure why but I like where and how she's sitting. I'd like to draw her spine on this picture.

THIS guy was interesting. His eyebrows were tattooed on, he was in the process of sewing something, and was wearing shorts when I was freezing in my sweater, coat, etc. He was incredibly gruff, otherwise I would have asked him why he was there. I wonder if he sewed the sleeves on his shirt. I wonder if he's really so destitute and how he affords to feed his dog.

Mother in NYC

Before and After (Andy Warhol)

I love the humor in pop art.

So Glad Plants≠Humans

Pomegranates have one of the saddest fruit lives! The most delicious are the most successful in nature, and all of their attempts to continue growth are dissected and devoured! I feel most barbaric yet rewarded eating pomegranates. 

The Camera Effect

I've known my sister my whole life but I don't think it ever hit me how gorgeous she is until I saw THIS simple picture. I blame it on the camera! Seeing her out of context makes everything different. But she does look so fresh and pretty. My boyfriend's the same age (26) and just as healthy, but you'd never think they're the same age. It's very interesting.

Nature Vs. Longevity

My grandmother's hands (age 86).

My mother's hands. (61).

It scares me that it's inevitable.