Today we went to the Pompidou museum after lunch. And I can't get back those 2 hours of my life, nor can I forget what my eyes saw. This is a cute photo, no? Aaron thinks it's creepy. Aside from the man at the top right, I like all the animals. But we saw an art installation where a guy was fisting a mannequin's anus and out came some long brown poop. Yeah I can't unsee that.
The same artist made this picture. I've always had a hard time feeling anything when seeing art but I DEFINITELY felt something this time, the urge to leave. We both felt like we had been mind raped. It was completely inappropriate of the artist to make this art. And what's worse, he's already dead so it's not like he can be punished for it.
The Pompidou has some great views of the city, though their glass is a little messed up. Look at the Eiffel Tower.
And the Sacre Coeur on its little hill.
Pompidou you were a big disappointment. The modern art was better than the contemporary but I still was very confused and bothered that some of this "shit" is art.
Happy stereo?
Seriously?! Motherfucker!
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