We were going to go yesterday since it was too cold to do anything outside, but then we decided to stay home and sell Babe and her calf. Today, we took the plunge.
I told Cliff I didn't want to get there until after noon because there's a free tour at 1:30. We did some banking, paid off a bill at MFA, had a Subway sandwich and a McDonald's ice cream cone (they've stopped selling the chocolate dip cone, which is good for our lighter eating but bad for my mood). Then we headed west on I-70 toward our destination.
We arrived around 12:30 and spent time looking at statues and going through the Egyptian section; then we went to meet a tour guide. Turns out Cliff and I were the whole tour group. Our very sweet, classy tour guide looked askance at her two farmer-looking students, introduced herself, and asked what kind of art we liked best or were most familiar with.
"We know nothing about art," I told her. "We are your blank canvas."
I could tell she wasn't quite sure what to do with us, but she actually taught us a lot. She'd say, "What do you see in this picture?"
Now, we started with modern art, and we weren't seeing much of anything. But with her guidance, by george there WERE some things to see, even in some of the crazy modern art! I didn't do a lot of picture-taking, and the pictures I did take leave a lot to be desired. I'll throw in some examples anyhow:
|These are life-sized|
|The idea of this one is to let the tiny television and camera make the viewer part of the art|
|This represents how the artist felt about his home and portrays the man, his wife, and the child. The whole thing is made out of junk.|
|It's a throne|
|We spent a lot of time at this one; it tells an amazing story. Unfortunately, a photograph doesn't show all the nifty details.|
By the time we were leaving, we felt like best friends with this lady; she told us more than once, "It's so nice to have some people who actually listen!"
She loves art and she loves her job. I'm fairly sure she spent more time with us than she was scheduled to, bless her heart. Cliff had to lean in close to a lot of the pieces, trying to figure out what they were made of.
I learned (more or less) what Baroque art is.
Just a special note here for my St. Louis sister-in-law: Next time you are here and we go to Nelson-Atkins, we MUST have the tour!