Included in the highlights from my recent trip to SFMOMA was a small gallery dedicated to Paul Klee. Blossoms in the night attracted my attention with its depth of blue. I stared at it so long my mind was creating shapes behind the foreground images.
Due to a brevity of the visit, I was only able to take a peak at the Richard Tuttle exhibit. Being sans headphones, I was forced to listen to the conversation circling around me (the horror!) about the art, which was most annoying in the Tuttle gallery. Words like, childish and silly, were being tossed around. The exhibit is called: The Presence Of Simple Things. These are the same people who think Andy Warhol and Pop Art are "cool!" and "rad!" I want to spend more time in the Tuttle exhibit, maybe with some Morrissey on the headphones.
One of my favorite artists featured at SFMOMA (besides the ever present Sol Le Witt), is Robert Rauschenberg. Not being an art critique (I didn't even take art history at uni), I have no clever words to expound on my interest. Untitled (Glossy Black Painting) is my favorite simply for the way the texture of the paper reflects the light.
Atrabiliarios is Doris Salcedo's instillation to remember the victims of political violence in her native Columbia. The exhibit consists of a room with small niches cut into the wall containing shoes (mostly women's) and covered with vellum stitched on with black thread. The empty space. The blank white walls. The vellum boxes in a corner on the floor. I could stand in that room (with John Coltrane or Elliot Smith in my ears) for hours.
Relatedly, I walk past the Chagall gallery frequently these days. I want to spend a few hours in there.
