Try Googling "Modern art is like..." sometime. Funny stuff.

This is the first week in a long time that Andy and I have had the chance to sit down and take a breath. Not that my feed-babies-watch-babies-paint-then-play-with-babies schedule has changed, but Andy has finished the term, so we can actually all spend time together and the stress has let up a bit for all of us.

This morning we all went to the LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art...we go to a lot of art museums, because there are a lot around here, and they're usually free. And we like art.), where they had a really fantastic modern art exhibit. I was a giddy little girl as I got to see all the big names with my own eyeballs. Let's see if I can even remember some of the biggies: Albers, Nolde, Mondrian, Matisse, Kandinsky, Miro, Calder, Pollock, Klee, Grosz, Le Corbusier, Picasso, Braques, Magritte (surely he must have known that this - which we saw! - was to spawn a thousand parodies), Rothko, Man Ray (we saw Gift - one of the funniest art pieces of all time), Duchamp, Leger, Brancusi...yeah that's all I'm remembering at the moment.

I'm no expert - all of my knowledge of modern art draws from a shoddy memory of a single class taken sophomore year. But ignorant as I am, standing in front a massive, engulfing, pulsatingly red Rothko - I'm so glad I took that class. It opened my eyes, changed my taste, changed me.

In conclusion: I recommend art.