Last night, after roaming around the LACMA website on a random -yet common- binge of museum e-visiting, I went to sleep. This morning as I drove to work I recognized that hardly familiar feeling of remembered dreams, which comes only but once in a while since I tend to never, never remember my dreams.I was in a tour bus of sorts, getting to know LA through the small window next to which I was sitting. I don't remember the sites, but I do remember getting off the bus for a stop at the La Brea Tar Pits. Since we only had a completely arbitrary 30 minutes for the stop I decided, naturally, to leave the people I was with and go over to the art museum. As I bought my ticket I realized that one of my friends, who was with me in the tour bus, was now selling tickets at the museum ticket counter. This didn't really seem odd as I uttered "One ticket for the whole museum please!"
I went speeding by the galleries at the 'Ahmanson' and American Arts buildings, trotted through the Urban Light sculpture, and ran up the stairs of the BCAM excited with the anticipation. Ruscha, Warhol, Rauschenberg, and Koons were certainly waiting for me. At this point I have to admit, still to this hour of the day (night actually), I kind of feel the rush I felt in the dream, which is something I find extremely odd. Though I guess it does shed some light into why I can so vividly remember this dream.
I extend my hand and show my ticket to the usher. Silence. In one of those movie type shots I raise my head and the museum disappears in front of me - "CLOSED FOR RENOVATION" reads the sign in bold caps. What? All the running and rushing. Why did I not stop to visit my trusty Pipe. I keep thinking, over and over, "This is all a dream, this is all a dream" (heh!). In retrospect, I guess I could argue it was a nightmare?
I woke up with a case of serious confusion and sadness. Confusion because almost instantly the whole dream flashed in my mind. A bit of sadness because it felt so real, as if this tragic story was reality and that visit to LACMA this past March was the dream. But that can't be possible, I won't let it, I have witnesses!
In any case, as I prepare to go to sleep again today, I can only hope that tonight its either the Pompidou or the Thyssen. If only for the fact that I'll get to go abroad without the hassle of airport security.
And with that, I leave some museum links of interest that have the potential to prompt some artful dreaming or at least the occasional indulgent artsy entertainment in the middle of the day/night.
LACMA's Beyond Geometry page: It packs in great time lines, loads of information, and its Investigations feature is what I believe was directly responsible for my artful dreaming. Anything that looks like the picture above is bound to make the mind grown restless.
Chance Words: Make your own Dadaist Poem at MoMA's Red Studio.
Time Capsule 21: Because its Warhol, and because its fun. Via the Andy Warhol Museum.
Deinstallation of Sol LeWitt: via SFMOMA
And Finally. A couple of links via Tyler Green's Modern Art Notes:
I Lego MoMA: Clever highlights from the collection made in Lego.
Richard Serra: uninstalled via the Art Institute of Chicago.
