Today I experienced one of the most moving, inspirational, painful, annoying, awe-inspiring art exhibits ever. The Museum of Fine Art in Houston had an exhibit called The Heroic Century featuring hundreds of works from countless famous artists including, but not limited to, Picasso, Van Gogh, Matisse, Monet, Munch, Dali, Pollock, Duchamp, Rothko, Johns, and Warhol. The list just goes on and on. All of these wonderful works of art in one place. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I had known the exhibit was coming for a long time, but I never heard when it got here, and a few days ago I learned that it was going to be leaving tomorrow (the 4th). There was no way I could possibly miss such a collection, so I convinced my parents to take me down to Houston for the exhibit.
At first they weren't going to take me, so I was busy last night planning my solo trip to Houston, as there was no way I was going to let something like this get away from me. But at the last minute my mom said we'll all go, but we had to leave at 8am. I couldn't sleep at all so I got up at 6am and just messed around on my computer until it was time to go. We didn't leave until around 9am, thus putting us in Houston at around 12, at which point we ate briefly and headed to the museum. Nothing could prepare us for the horror we witnessed once we pulled up to the museum though. There were lines wrapping around the buildings. TONS of people everywhere. Apparently everyone waited until the last minute to see the exhibit. So, after parking we got into one of the lines so we could purchase tickets. It was about 12:30 when we got in line and took a good hour just to get to the desk so we could buy the tickets. Unfortunately the tickets were for 4:30pm, so we had to wait around 3 hours before we could go to see the exhibit. During the 3 hours we walked around another gallery which had some cool stuff, particularly the japanese art, but nothing there was all that spectacular. After 3 hours of wandering around aimlessly, my legs were hurting, my back was aching, and I was really sleepy. Once 4:30 rolled around we had to stand in another line so we could get into the real exhibit. After 30 or so mins of standing around in line, we were able to enter the building to see the exhibit. Once inside, my mom said she wanted to do the audio tour, so that meant we had to get headsets so we could hear the audio. At first I was like meh, but then decided I might as well. Unfortunately that meant getting in yet another line. The line was fast moving, so I didn't mind much, but right when we got about 10 feet from the front of the line, it just stopped. Apparently they ran out of headsets, and it took 30 friggin mins for them to get another batch for us. :?
So after getting up early, driving to Houston for 3 hours, standing in line for an hour, wandering around a gallery for 3 hours, then standing in another line for an hour, we finally got to go in and see the exhibit we had waited so long to see. This is when it really hit the fan though. Obviously the museum curators weren't prepared for the insane amount of people visiting, as the layout of the exhibit was about as crappy as it could possibly be. As soon as you enter the exhibit, you are greeted with works by Matisse, Braque, and Van Gogh. Immediately upon entering, the crowd pretty much bottlenecked, making it extremly difficult to navigate around the works. This pretty much set the tone for the rest of the exhibit. It was so incredibly crowded, the only way you could see anything was to push and shove your way over to the piece you wanted to see. It was like being at a concert, sans moshing. Unfortunately, Van Gogh's The Starry Night was in the first room, and most of the people there came to see that piece specifically, so it was rather difficult to get in close to see it. Luckily though I managed to get right in the front and spent a great deal of time staring at it, awestruck. Defintely one of the highlights of the exhibit, despite the hordes of gimps, kids, and old people. After that came works by Picasso, Munch, Matisse, Seurat, Monet, and Braque. Seeing the cubist works up close such as Picasso's Ma Jolie or Three Musicians, or Braque's Man with a Guitar alongside Picasso's similar version was pretty sweet, as was Monet's massive Water Lilies painting. Following the cubism section came the abstract expressionism area, which I found pretty cool, particularly because most people don't really get abstract expressionism, so they just glance at the works, then move on. That section was relatively empty compared to the others. This area contained another highlight for me, seeing Brancusi's Bird in Space, which was a lot bigger than I expected. Even though it looks like just a big pen on a stationary set, something about it really struck me as fascinating.
The next room contained some interesting surrealist works including Oppenheim's Object, which I'm sure you've seen. It's a fur covered saucer, cup, and spoon. It also included some Dada art such as Duchamp's Bicycle Wheel, but there isn't a whole lot to say about that. gj Dadaism. The crowd hit a huge bottleneck at Dali's works, which were probably the most poorly placed works in the whole exhibit, as they were right next to the doorway to the next room, and everyone wanted to see them, so it was near impossible to get by, god forbid you want to actually see the works. I stood behind a guy in a wheelchair though, so he just kinda carved a path through the crowd right up to Dali's works and I got to see them up close, including the ever-popular The Persistence of Memory and the highly detailed Illumined Pleasures.
However, the biggest surprise and highlight of the exhibit was when I found Andre Masson's Battle of Fishes which just happens to be one of my favorite pieces ever. Not only that, but no one else seemed to like it, so there was no ungodly crowd surrounding it, in fact, there weren't any people looking at it at all, so I spent a long time just staring at it in shock, surprise, and admiration. I wasn't expecting that at all. What a treat.
The next area had a bunch of paintings that really didn't catch my eye, so I just briefly looked at them and moved on to the next section with more great abstract expressionist art by such artists as Pollock and Rothko. This area also didn't have very many people, as most people just quickly glance and continue on their way. Again, there isn't a whole lot to see other than splatterpaint, rectangles, circles, lines, or empty canvases. Good stuff. It was exciting to see Pollock and Rothko's works up close, as was the case for most everything there.
The following area contained modern and pop art, featuring such artists at Jasper Johns and Andy Warhol. Unfortunately there weren't any green coke bottles, campbell's soup cans, or giant pencils but it was interesting anyway. This section also featured a few of Lichtenstein's prints, which I wasn't expecting. Another interesting piece was by a guy I don't remember the name of, which was nothing more than a canvas painted dark blue with the word 'OOF' painted in big yellow text on it. You said it buddy. OOF indeed. After that came some minimalist art (woohoo). My personal fav was Martin's Red Bird which was nothing more than a white canvas, yet numerous people were there staring hard at it trying desperately to find this fabled red bird. Now that's what I call art!
Another main highlight for me was seeing Boccioni's sculpture, Unique Forms of Continuity in Space, which is much more impressive in person. I forgot what section it was in, but it was somewhere back there.
Once I got to the end of the exhibit, I turned in my audio tour headset (which I barely used), and was going to go back for a round 2, but I noticed on my cell phone that my parents had called me 6 or 7 times trying to get me to hurry up, since they had been waiting for me for quite some time. My legs and shoulders were killing me anyway, so it was for the best. Once we all got back together, we headed for the truck and then home, thus concluding a long, tiring, awesome, art-filled day. I'm so glad I got to see this exhibit before it left. I'll probably never get an opportunity like this again. I learned that I retained a lot from my art history class a few years ago, especially after being reinforced by a day in the art gallery.
In other news my mom bought a Mazda Tribute yesterday. I hate SUVs, bah. Ok, I think that's enough blabbing for now. My legs are in so much pain, I think I'll go rest them.
Did I mention I hate Houston?