The National Portrait Gallery is in the restored Patent Office Building, a work of art in itself. The building, historic and grand by even Washington standards was built in the 1830s, served during the Civil War as a hospital for the wounded, and was earmarked by the short-sighted to be turned into a parking lot in the early 50s. Ike, a true conservative, stepped in and saved the old girl. (and you readers think I don't ever say anything nice about Republicans.)
Now that Obama is in power, everywhere you look in Washington you see art that celebrates the collective.Fucking socialist.
The Nephew and I spent most of the day at the NPG. We wanted to see, but didn't, the Hawaiian exhibit at the Native American Museum. So we missed the art of the lei and poi pounding.
The museum missed two grown men giggling like school girls.
But what we did see was great. Below is a Winged Dog from the NPG's collection of folk art. I want this dog. I so want this dog.
We saw a few dozen really terrific paintings from the WPA, or as The Nephew pointed out, art paid for by taxpayers during Roosevelt's red period.
Fucking commie.
"Identifying Marcel Duchamp" took us through all of the different faces of the original prankster.
Fucking French.
Tomorrow - the Marines!
4 comments:
A new book, David? "A Dark Planet Guide to Modern Art"?
I love that WPA art work. So Rockwell Kent.
Every time I see one of those Obama posters going up in DC, I can't help thinking of Stalin and Hitler.
Boy, are we in trouble.
Chet in D.C.
I LOVE the NPG! It's one of my favorites, along with the Freer Gallery and the National Building Museum (a lobby the size of a professional football field is pretty impressive!) I'm envious. I haven't been to DC in many moons. Sigh.
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