Good God, no more museums
This weekend we hit up the Tate Modern, Tate Britain, the National Portrait Gallery and went back to the British Museum for the third time to admire all the things Britain stole from the rest of the world.
I learned something about myself this weekend: I don’t know crap about art.
But, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it. The Tate Modern had some really cool stuff, but it also had some really stupid stuff. One work was literally a mirror pasted to a canvas…I’m sorry, but that’s not even original. I know people say, ‘well I could do that,’ but then you have to say why didn’t you? But this is an exception. Also, a piece of rope on the floor is not art either.
I learned that porn is art…
None of the museums can be done in a day. First of all, it’s not physically possible. Second, looking at art is really tiring. To prevent your brain from exploding, I suggest taking a lot of food breaks, but be careful of the gift shops.
Anyway, museums were my weekend as well as going out with some of Elvia’s coworkers.
Also, if you ever have the chance to see Arcadia, don’t.
Anyway, I’ve included some Tate Modern work. It’s not hard to figure out what I liked and what I thought was a wast of space.
