phoenix art museum

This weekend Brand and I took part of first Friday.  Last month we found out the phoenix art museum was open and free during first Friday so we matter-of-fact-ly planned our next first Friday a month in advance. We planned to eat at the new hipster pizza place we learned of earlier that day, but when we got to the restaurant we were shocked to found out that we would have to wait an hour and a half to eat.  So, we scratched that idea and took a drive down central and thankfully we found Lenny’s.  Hang on though, did you know Lenny’s closes at 7? Neither did we till 6:58 when we were sitting down already eating, so we got up, took our food, walked out and ate dinner in the car.  –After thinking about it I realized that this was probably why the workers were being so rude to us. –Jerks. 

We enjoyed our people watching while we sat in the car and realized that we weren’t the only ones who were surprised that Lenny’s closed at 7. But, to talk about this people watching thing, I’m really good at it –and that’s why I think I would enjoy living in New York. There are soooooo many people. Also, I love busy cities. 

It was a night for good company and good art on Friday.  This place has four stories of endless-beautiful-confusing-breathtaking-awkward art. Some parts reminded me of The Louvre, I think it was the GIGANTIC golden pictures and frames. Our favorite part had to be the firefly room. Listen to this, a dark room walled in mirrors with streams of green and yellowish lights hanging from the ceiling and meeting the floor. YESS!  The first time I saw a real firefly I was 17 and it was in Michigan… we don’t get those in Arizona. 

While at the museum I found out a few new things.  1) you must look and read the description and name-cards of each venue in order to understand the true value of the picture.  2) tilting your head does not, I repeat does not do anything for the visual effect of the picture, unless it’s supposed to be an illusion. and 3) if there are “awkward” paintings act mature about it and don’t freak out, be a big girl or boy –whatever your situation. 

Also, we weren’t reeeeealy allowed to take pictures of the art, so I just snapped a couple quick ones where I knew I could.  What a rebel. 

And another thing, why do I always have the need to touch things at museums?  I had to stop myself SEVERAL times from touching sculptures and venues. I think it’s because I want to know how they made it. My creative mind says, oh I can make that, just let me touch it first.  I guess I need to remember to leave my creative mind at the door when I enter museums. 

What did you do this weekend?