Monday, May 8, 2017

San Francisco Museum of Modern Art

Alexander Calder: instantly recognizable, always cheerful

This is what happens when Richard Serra throws molten lead into a corner of a gallery wall. 

When I was 19, I visited the National Gallery in Washington, D.C., and the first thing I saw was a Lichtenstein.
It kinda changed my life. 

Andy and Elvis, a strange paring. 

Wayne Thiebaud and I went to the same university. 

I have been this person, endlessly staring at a Mark Rothko, many times.