New Orleans Museum of Art Review.
Boggington and I just exchanged a look. I guess it is time to get started. It will be even busier at 1:00PM. Today is as busy as yesterday at 1:00PM and it is only 11:30AM. One would think everyone would have to work today, but, this is New Orleans. New Orleans moves to a different rhythm.
Believe it or not, this really is a review of the current temporary exhibits at the New Orleans Museum of Art. It is taking me a while to get there.
I just talked to a skeleton of a man who has a python. The python is sluggish because of the weather. The man said the python eats a rat every three days, on average. Then, the man said the python has been so lethargic that it has not eaten a rat since the cold snap began. That was five days ago.
The ambient temperature should be in the swinging 70s tomorrow.
The thing about winter in New Orleans is that the temperature goes up and down, willy nilly, all the time. You never get used to it. We had winter for the day before Christmas Eve. Today feels like springtime in New England. Tomorrow will feel like summer in New England. It will feel like summer in winter.
It never feels like winter in summer in New Orleans.
There is not much humidity in New Orleans this time of year, just enough for a damp cold.
The man with the python says he is building a cage for it.
I have some leftover chickenwire from building my aviary.
There is an exhibit of Louise Bourgeois paintings at the New Orleans Museum of Art. I know because I went there today. Would you like to read my review?
I found the Louise Bourgeois exhibit more interesting than most of the temporary exhibitions at the New Orleans Museum of Art. It was a little bit too much, though. Louise Bourgeois is a painter best sampled like a plate of sushi rather than the sushi at a Chinese buffet.
A little Louise Bourgeois goes a long way. I still had time to kill so I lingered in front of the painting called My Backyard, by Georgia O’Keefe, American. Then, since I was on the second floor anyway, I looked in on the Polo Silk exhibit. Would you like to read my review of the Polo Silk show?
Polo Silk is a local photographer. His show is a bunch of polaroids in a room. I found them interesting because I live here. I viewed the work as more culture than art. I am not a photographer. I did not take a selfie in front of the backdrops and tag the museum.
The third rotating exhibit is black American photographers through time. I lost interest after the Reconstruction era because it had already provided enough aesthetic food for contemplation. I did not realize going in that this exhibit goes on and on, room after room. The show’s title did not indicate that.
There is one photo in the exhibit that is beautiful. I stopped in my tracks, did a double-take, and walked backwards to study it. I forget the title. It is next to the photo of Langston Hughes. Its composition is a perfect harmony of circles and shades.
Then, I came here to talk to the guy with the python. Not really. He just happened to sit next to me.
The circus is in town.
I did not come here to talk to this human skeleton. I am here on other business which I will discuss in a moment, as well as fleshing out the character of Boggington, which should be easy since I am looking right at her as I write this. She has her war paint on.