It was sunny this morning! So much so, that I, queen of all things layered and warm, decided to forgo the beanie and my vest on my bike ride to the art museum (which, as I have dutifully learned to check the website before i go--is open today). Unfortunately, I mistook a day without snow to be a day of warmth. The two are not the same. After five minutes, I had to circle back on my bike to retrieve my hat.
The Missoula Art Museum was really neat! I had expected “western-themed”, landscape-y oil paintings, but it was filled with very modern, very interesting artwork. The first gallery held some very modern, hip, layered-collage work. I noticed an older woman accompanied by a young woman come in after me, and I thought she would certainly find this modern mishmash distasteful. I kept my ear peeled to hear her tsk tsking, but was surprised to hear, instead, quite profuse praise. She switched between describing how wonderful the art was to how much it was worth and back again. Many, many times. And she was only looking at the first painting in a series of seven! After 10 minutes or so, (after I had circumnavigated the room myself), she remained on the same painting. I could hear her companion gently remind her there were a lot more to look at. “These must be insured for a great deal of money!” was her reply. I had to stifle a smile on my way out of the room past them and into the other galleries. Fortunately, the architecture was very open, so her voice carried into each gallery that I went into. Even as I explored a third gallery, I could hear “buckets of money, I’m telling you.”
I’m thinking of hiring her to critique my next show.
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