On Madison Ave.

May 19. Today I woke up early yet again for work. Today I let the water run for a while so I don't earn the rep of the smelly kid at work. I pulled samples, sensored (or as they say taged), hung, and folded for my 5 hours. Big day at work! Not really. I then took the train home, to grab my camera to go on down to Madison Ave to go to the Whitney Museum for the Biennial. Before I went to the museum I wanted to go eat. So I wandered Madison, popping in and out of shops - unfortunately nothing interested me yet again. I then decided that Madison is not a food avenue, so I went over to... Lexington? I don't know. I just know I got a sandwich. I wanted to eat it on a bench in front of the museum, but that is not an option, so I was like I'll go to the park. I then headed into the park and ate my lunch near some toy boating pond near the Alice In Wonderland Statue. Got a picture of the statue, that was in Remember Me, and something else. Anyway had to wait until these pesky kids would climb to one side so I could get a picture with out them in it. I succeeded I think. I then headed over to the museum. The 5 floors contained temporary works, and a permanent gallery up top. Some of the pieces were not my style. Some of the pieces were amazing. And others I was indifferent towards. One comment about the staff. I was surprised haw many spoke so little english. I asked to take a picture and the guy just looked at me, then I start to take a picture and he flipped. Come on people work with me. In the biennial I saw two pieces that really stood out. A film with two projectors playing different things, but correlating to what was going on in both. It was narrated by the artist, who is a psychologist as well I gathered. She told the story of a man who had his ability to record memories. He can only remember things from 50 years ago, and 20 seconds after a memory, and then it is lost forever. It was very interesting hearing his story, and her connection to this man, which you would think would be nothing, but turns out to be great. Through out the film one screen will continue while the other pauses or goes to another screen and repeats the last 20 seconds similar to what H. M. (the man in the piece with the memory condition) would have to deal with. The other piece that caught my eye was a series of small canvases that are covered in lines. These lines are perspective lines. But on one side of the canvas they look like they will be straight all the way across and some how you make it to the other side and there are all of these slopping lines. It boggled my mind. I loved it. I then made a quick loop around the permanent gallery saw a cool door that had been folded. And a sheet of plywood that inspired me to maybe do an art project some day. After my loop I passed a tour guide, she sounded interesting, and thy had just started. But she wasn't as interesting as I would have liked her to be. I then made it outside to head home. And decided to take a cab. Not sure why, just felt like it. I hailed a cab like a pro, I got the cab before the many other people around me. I got skill. $10 later I'm home. Probably will not do that again, but still fun. Really craving a cupcake. Might have to leave my apartment even though I feel like I'm in for the night. We will see. Tomorrow I want to go to the Guggenheim, and if it is nice take a walk around the park.