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SF’s Minnesota Street Gallery

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Well worth a visit. Independent art.

Now You’re Talking: Moca Amsterdam Rocks

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Disappointed with the rijksmuseum? Well the Moca is for you. Now if we can just keep this secret.

All our faves and a few newbies to boot.

Andy shimmers


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But that robot overwhelms it all


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You Can Just Skip the Rijksmuseum

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OK. It’s mandatory if you go to Amsterdam. But this has to be the worst organized major museum in the world. The architect was an idiot. Want to get from 3 to 3? Well, first you go down to 0 then cross through the throngs of confused lost tourists and go back to 3. Got that?

Look, if you have to ask how to get to EVERY SINGLE LOCATION maybe something is off. Anyway there is lots to see, if you can find any of it.

Vaguely disappointing as always. Maybe if we just liked tourists more…

The National Portrait Gallery

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There is a hidden gem of a musuem in DC that is often overlooked by tourists and locals alike—the national portrait gallery. We recently paid a visit with Cyn and Eli. Eli was in town for a robot shindig of sorts.


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The inner courtyard is amazing (and smells like a jungle).

p.s. grandma moses was a hack

Art in Berlin

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Metro to the Hirschhorn

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We’ll start with the good. Getting from a Tyson’s BIML business lunch into DC by metro is so easy very easy. Public transportation is good.

We spent a couple of solo hours at the Hirschorn seeing mostly things seen and discovering Adam Pendleton.

Lauri’s room was empty. I really hoped she would sneak in and make some changes while I was there.

What?

And then on to Adam.

This film is worth waiting around for.

Since you can’t find the film on the net (boo), here is some boring as shit meta content.

We also watched a bit of Downtown 81 before heading north to Robyn Hitchcock.

We’ll end with the bad. The Congressholes in this building need to do their fucking jobs.

Mattress Factory

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We visited the Mattress Factory for the first time on our zillionth trip to Pittsburgh. This time we had our dear friend Betty along for the ride.

The upstairs rooms have some excellent stuff…they also have this.

But you can skip right over it and get to this.


Betty is still in Billy mode
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Yayoi (without the wait)

These illusions were incredible. They have something to say about human perception.

Our surveillance monitor

MASP take two

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Since our first visit was interrupted by 50,000 protesters, we returned to see the original MASP wing on our last day in São Paulo.

There were cars in the street and commerce was proceeding apace. Late stage capitalism perks along with one or two corporations owning everything.

Curation was interesting in this wing. Hodge podge to be sure (with bad lighting), but some masterpieces on display.

The best stuff was not really from Brazi.

Van Gogh does eye

Magritte does eye

LGBTQ Jesus from the middle ages.

Degas dances in São Paulo as well.

Degas does eye

The brutalist architecture does its thing.

Pinacoteca de São Paulo in the Thunder

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What do you do when you are in São Paulo on a thunderous rainy Monday (the day that much is closed)? Seek out the Pinacoteca, and experience some art.  Visit both sides with a sprint between rainstorms.

The space is beautifully assembled of old and new in contrast. The curation follows this concept and lacks only professional lighting. Brazil could use some NY light people in all of its museums.

Two views.

The exhibits are spotty, but there are always jewels to be found.

Some of the sculpture is exquisite.

Romey in a pink box.

This is not art!

Channel Emily.

And then brave the rain, walking through the huge unfamiliar trees of Brazil.

Arriving at the Contemporary building just as the power flickers and the clouds unleash.

Enter the late ’60s and the dissolution of dictatorship. Yankees out of vietnam.

BLUM!

Then have a late lunch while you wait for the rain to abate. Banana milk punch for the win.

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