Art is emotionally exhausting.
I’ve been living in LA for 5 years, but I went to LACMA for the first time today (lol that’s embarrassing) and oh my goodness WHAT A GREAT MUSEUM. Metropolis II was there and it was glorious and beautifully detailed.
A lot of contemporary art can go suck it, tbh, but they have some Pollock and Rothko and Mondrian and I really like those for some reason. Magritte is one of the few surrealists that I can actually appreciate and LACMA has the original Ceci n’est pas une pipe (omg!) and The Liberator.
They also had some Monet and Sisley and Renoir and Degas and that was one of our favorite rooms because, lbr, impressionism > everything else.
THE RENAISSANCE SCULPTURES THOUGH. They were my favorites. I just don’t understand how someone can take a slab of rock and make something so beautiful and intricate and delicate out of it. It doesn’t make sense in my brain. It makes me excited and angry. The worst are the ones with the floating fingers and veils and curly fucking hair. JUST. HOW. And OMG there was a Pieta from Spain that was so beautiful, it was physically painful to look at it. I just really really like religious art and I can’t look at Pietas and not feel like my body is being torn in half. One of my life goals is to go to St. Peter’s Basilica and see Michelangelo’s Pieta without having a breakdown. Just thinking about it gives me chills, man.
We also found the Ancient Egyptian gallery and that was amazing too because ancient civilizations are just crazy awesome. There was a sarcophagus with the actual human remains still inside yeeeeeaaaahhh.
THE RENAISSANCE SCULPTURES THOUGH. JUST LOOK AT DIS BEEZ.

SHE IS MARBLE. MARBLE!






