M'boy & I didn't trust yesterday's squally weather, so instead of hiking Lincoln Park with m'boy and Much Younger Woman as planned, I took just him to the Seattle Art Museum for the Kehinde Wiley exhibition. Wiley basically spoofs the canon of western art with large format, brilliantly executed oil paintings, stained glass, and bronzes modeled on early modern & medieval works - the same poses and titles, but usually modern street clothes. His subjects are nearly always people of color. (The one exception: the severed head in his "Judith and Holofernes" was a white woman.) His backgrounds are often vibrant if not actually vibrating patterns suggestive of the particular work it's based on. He did one series not modeled on specific older works where he glammed up & classicized his models, all ordinary women. The video of their reaction is priceless. See it.
Honorable mention: anti-war montages, Vietnam and later Iraq, by Martha Rosler.
Another oddity is that at the entrance to the exhibit is a sign: "Please take photos. #KehindeWiley" I spammed the hell out of my Twitter feed with them. I figure Wiley's got it coming.
After arting it up, he & I hit Wayward Vegan Cafe with Much Younger Woman by way of a make-up date. He liked it! He did not complain, even a little, and this is the kid who just whined to me a few minutes ago about having to open a bacon package with a knife. He did grumble a little, however, when I insisted on kissing MYW good night upon dropping her off. Oh, kiddo, when I meet Ms. Right you will know disgusting lesbian schmoop.
Yeah, maybe I should have worked, but work is frustrating enough and Saturday was horrible enough that I really wasn't feeling it.
Honorable mention: anti-war montages, Vietnam and later Iraq, by Martha Rosler.
Another oddity is that at the entrance to the exhibit is a sign: "Please take photos. #KehindeWiley" I spammed the hell out of my Twitter feed with them. I figure Wiley's got it coming.
After arting it up, he & I hit Wayward Vegan Cafe with Much Younger Woman by way of a make-up date. He liked it! He did not complain, even a little, and this is the kid who just whined to me a few minutes ago about having to open a bacon package with a knife. He did grumble a little, however, when I insisted on kissing MYW good night upon dropping her off. Oh, kiddo, when I meet Ms. Right you will know disgusting lesbian schmoop.
Yeah, maybe I should have worked, but work is frustrating enough and Saturday was horrible enough that I really wasn't feeling it.
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Date: 2016-03-08 02:26 am (UTC)From: