twisted stitch
i hope that image qualifies this post as knitting. because the rest is just the usual shenanigans. with pictures.
jg and i went to see the quilts of gee's bend some weeks ago. we had been to the deyoung many times but this was the first time we paid to see the exhibits. it was a crowded saturday. the security was pervasive so i couldn't sneak any quilt pictures. i didn't really try. no amount of pictures would do those quilts justice.
but, i did take pictures where i was allowed. and i took lots.
view of two-person-emo-hippie-trying-way-too-hard band
(guy+girl both in skirts)
jg taking a permanent break from the renaissance paintings gallery
a winning sculpture
i was thoroughly disappointed by the art. gallery upon gallery of the same old cliche classic stuff. nothing was museum grade, not even the modern art gallery; the best they had was four rejected diebenkorns. they tried so hard to make the building look modern. i wish they had put a tenth of that effort into acquiring an art collection.
after the obligatory tour of every exhibit, we went to the tower.
that picture was taken in the elevator lobby. ironically, the best part of the deyoung's permanent collection is free to the public. and pictures are allowed!
not sure if ruth made this one
finally, the tower
we could see jg's apartment from the tower. i took a whole mess of pictures of the views but i can't find them. i had set them aside earlier in attempt to stitch together a panorama. i hope i didn't delete them by accident.
perforated shade/cladding
(good idea, poor execution)
wall paper on elevator shaft
i guess that's all the pictures worth showing. they're lackluster, much like how i feel about the deyoung, from art to building. the only thing memorable about the whole visit, other than the quilts and diebenkorns, was a brief interaction we had with the door lady, a security personel who manned the exit. she put her hand on the door handle right as we approached. she waited until we came real close and asked us in a formal tone, "did you kiss while you were in the tower?" the question took us by surprise and i think jg and i both shook our heads. the door lady moved to block the door promptly.
"go back up the tower and kiss. you have to kiss before i can let you leave."
we tried to convince her that, having been married for eight years, we don't do silly things like that anymore. she let us through, but only after she made us promise that we'd kiss on the fog lawn.
jg cloaked in manmade fog
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