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Post the One-Hundred and Tenth - MWPAI
Dec. 8th, 2007 10:31 pmI was ushering at a children's event at the art museum today. Then was only about 15 minutes between the last people leaving the first show and the doors opening for the second, so instead of trying to drive like mad to get food I went upstairs and walked around the gallery.
The Pollock Number 2 amazes me every time I see it, and it had been moved since the last time I was there, so I got to literally see it in a new light.
There were also six sculptures in the main lobby: thee larger ones that were placed by them selves, and three smaller ones grouped together. (Since all three were studies of the female form I thought they complimented each other nicely.)
In the grouping was an abstract of a female torso, a woman on her knees, and a head. The last one really caught my eye, it was a blank face, no real defantion, more of an ideal (almost Romanesque) with her hair done up into a bun. The hair was the most detailed part, the way the hair parted, the comb marks, the band that held the bun.
As i was looking a guard passed by me and said, "Isn't she a beauty!" Of course she was, but the way he said that, the pride that was in his voice, suddenly made her even more beautiful.
The Pollock Number 2 amazes me every time I see it, and it had been moved since the last time I was there, so I got to literally see it in a new light.
There were also six sculptures in the main lobby: thee larger ones that were placed by them selves, and three smaller ones grouped together. (Since all three were studies of the female form I thought they complimented each other nicely.)
In the grouping was an abstract of a female torso, a woman on her knees, and a head. The last one really caught my eye, it was a blank face, no real defantion, more of an ideal (almost Romanesque) with her hair done up into a bun. The hair was the most detailed part, the way the hair parted, the comb marks, the band that held the bun.
As i was looking a guard passed by me and said, "Isn't she a beauty!" Of course she was, but the way he said that, the pride that was in his voice, suddenly made her even more beautiful.
