Paint Envy

I've always thought of museums as a really depressing place for an avid art collector to go. I mean, sure, in theory, an avid art collector would have a fine appreciation for artwork and would therefore find the museum captivating, but in reality, aren't we all flawed, self-indulgent, and self-conscious? Or is that just me?

Anyone?

My point is, no matter how great your art collection is, no matter how devoted you are to it, no matter how much money you paid for that Picasso sketch, every personal art collection is going to pale in comparison to the Louvre.

While I was looking at all of the amazing 3300 year old artifacts from King Tut's tomb, all I could think about was how mad I would be if I had just spent two thousand bucks on an "antique" chair from the nineteenth century.

Likewise, when Greg suggests we visit another art museum after the Tut exhibit, I figure it might be a bad idea to citing that any collection, no matter how exquisite, would taste like a McDonald's milkshake after a lobster dinner.

I was right, but that doesn't mean the exhibit didn't have its strong points.


This piece is even cooler than it looks when you consider that it's like a billion feet tall (and I'm not using hyperbole...I hate hyperbole more than I hate the idea of a room filled with a million Nickelback cover bands) and it also has a motorized arm so the statue swings the hammer back and forth.

I'm about 6'5, and I had to stand on my toes in order to pose for this picture. I think the height of the statues was more disturbing than their conspicuous lack of heads.

You can see this statue from the streets of downtown Dallas. It reaches high into the air and incorporates diversity into its message of reaching towards the heavens, including pedestrians from all races, genders, and nations. Still, I bet PETA protests because there are no animals on the beam and, as Friedrich Nietsche once said, "all dogs go to heaven."


But pretty cool art, right?

Not compared to the Louvre.