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We went to the Walker Art Center last evening–free admission on Thursday evenings, thanks to Target. The plan was to meet up with MFH’s brother and some random friends of his. We got there first, and did some browsing in the gift shop area while we were waiting for them. MFH found a children’s book called Everyone Poops. *eye roll*

Before long, we got tired of waiting, and started going through the galleries on our own. The Walker Art Center is all about modern art, so most of the artwork was some combination of incomprehensible, inane, and insulting. I couldn’t help thinking that most of it was “artist poop”. MFH was sad that he wasn’t allowed to take pictures; I told him it was because they were trying to cover up how stupid most of the pieces were. He took some pictures in the men’s room. MFH later said that he thought that more art went into hanging and displaying the artwork, than into the pieces themselves.

A few examples of incomprehensible/inane/insulting: a wrecked Pontiac Grand Am painted entirely in baby blue, inside and out; a couple of small newspaper clippings that had been carefully matted and framed; a gold urinal laying down; one where the artist painted her body blue and rolled across a sheet; a couple of paintings of gray and red checks (as in checkerboard checks), apparently part of a whole series of paintings of gray and red checks; and a collage of blown-up pictures from someone’s trip to Disneyland. Also there was a series of drawings where the artist had experimented with drawing rectangular grids of lines in pencil–similar to some I saw in a Santa Fe museum once, where the artist (a woman) drew different patterns of horizontal straight lines, sometimes going over it with a watercolor wash, if she had felt ambitious that day. I fail to be impressed by things that I could easily make myself.