Old Pasadena adventure: the Norton Simon Museum
Today we went to the Norton Simon Museum of Art.
I might have mentioned before that I have a low saturation point when it comes to museums. I love the idea, but I have to go through them quickly, otherwise I get easily bored/tired/overstimulated/grumpy. I’m totally there for the visual component – if I try to read every single informative plaque for every single painting, I’m over it in, like, five minutes. But if I can just breeze through the galleries and look at all of the cool pictures and not feel obligated to stare thoughtfully at the paintings/sculptures/pictures/etc that really don’t interest me, then it’s all good.
So, the following photos represent a brief tour of the Norton Simon Museum: Kattiewampus-style.
I like to commune with the art – it helps me appreciate it.
They say imitation is the highest form of flattery.
Van Gogh painting. Portrait of a man, or something like that. I liked the colors.
Classic Degas: dancers doing dance-y things.
Awesome abstract art canvas that covered the entire wall.
I don’t remember the name of the artist.
This is awkward.
Whew. I feel better now.
Contemplating the giant abstract paintings.
I love me some abstract modern art!
With my seestor.
Sculpture gardens: the tree that looked like a person.
It’s totally Sasquatch, right?!
Seestor, Moum, and me.
Yes, I call my mother “Moum”. For explanation, see here.
If that explanation didn’t make sense to you, that’s okay.
Moum understands me.
Possibly my favorite sculpture in the gardens.
Also, possibly the only sculpture that wasn’t a nude woman who appeared to be losing her balance.
It was kind of a theme.
Clearly, I’ve reached my saturation point.
Because I love my seestor and my moum.
I had a great time, though. While I poke fun at myself because of my own inability to appreciate art museums to their fullest extent, I still enjoyed the Norton Simon and would definitely go back.