tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156494110777480496.post54459640198877654..comments2023-07-15T05:41:38.037-07:00Comments on I Hate to Alarm You...: Picasso Key Chains and Mona Lisa's Mustachenicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13137232787099056824noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156494110777480496.post-54799453235207170642011-02-14T16:32:07.989-08:002011-02-14T16:32:07.989-08:00I couldn't agree more!I couldn't agree more!nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13137232787099056824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156494110777480496.post-5506916012768919092011-02-03T14:35:12.772-08:002011-02-03T14:35:12.772-08:00I ended up taking photos of the crowd of gawkers i...I ended up taking photos of the crowd of gawkers instead of the painting itself...interesting thoughts, Nicole, of the non-commodification aspect of street art and grafitti. I think we've always art as a transformative experience of some kind, but duchamp and the conceptual turn in art signifies a post-literate (maybe a better term is "post-frame"?)culture we're entering.john valentine arkenseelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13616338433551385848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156494110777480496.post-5919879381619794302011-01-26T13:36:39.600-08:002011-01-26T13:36:39.600-08:00haha! So funny! I saw it on a Wednesday night, an...haha! So funny! I saw it on a Wednesday night, and no one was there, but I hear that it is always a mad house during the day!<br />I think that is part of his point though. Even when we plan to go to a museum and really appreciate some celebrated work for its own sake, it's really difficult to see beyond its projected value as a REALLY BIG DEAL. Hence the trillion tourists snapping pics (not that I was any exception). The coffee mugs and key chains just add insult to injury :)nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13137232787099056824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156494110777480496.post-50023859326782142192011-01-26T11:06:07.834-08:002011-01-26T11:06:07.834-08:00All I know is that I almost had a claustrophobic p...All I know is that I almost had a claustrophobic panic attack trying to view the Mona Lisa at the Louvre amidst the constant flashing of frantic tourists' cameras. Perhaps it was naive to think I could enjoy the original in peace, but I couldn't help thinking I'd rather gaze peacefully at her smile poorly imprinted on some coffee cup than contend with that frenzy. But that probably sounds awful.Kathleen https://www.blogger.com/profile/07244126362811573472noreply@blogger.com