Forgive the indolence of this post, as I have been driving around Baltimore all day with a woman who calls herself “The Crazy Nigerian”. She tells me the name is self ascribed, but after today I believe her driving skills might have played into assignment of the nickname. I love this woman to death, despite the fact that she almost brought me to mine late this afternoon — when Martin Luther King Boulevard came close to becoming “The Boulevard of Broken Cooper”. ( If you don’t listen to Green Day that won’t even be close to funny. ( but I can’t blame you for not listening to Green Day.)
I have not been working in Baltimore, so I was fairly miserable when driving there at the crack of dawn. It turned out nicely. After a morning full of conferences we, meaning me and “The Crazy Nigerian”, slithered out to see the “Cone Collection” at the Baltimore Museum of Art.
I do love Matisse, more so than Picasso. I still find it hard to believe that at least one of the Cone sisters did not have something going on with Matisse, for all the art of his they collected.
A pleasant diversion.
I just want to interject a brief opinion. When you suck the guts out of several pieces of fruit, sew them back together and tell to the curators at a museum that you “understand art is usually about something which lasts through time, but that you want to encourage thought on decay and disappearance”, you are very good at pulling the wool over someone’s eye.
The famous Rocking Girl Blogger Ev anointed me with the oil of Rocking Girl Bloggers — – >
Now I’m not sure if I’m allowed to change the color, but as pink does not go with my outfit I did.
I will do my own anointing this this weekend.
Yup… you rock.
I live here and I’ve never been to the BMA. Matisse?
I have to check it out if not for the Matisse than for the sucked out fruit.
You do Rock.
I love the Baltimore pictures. I don’t think they’ll help attract tourists. Aren’t you supposed to post pictures of the Inner Harbor and Camden Yards?
At the very least Camden Yards.
Ah my dear you should drive in Nigeria. In the rain. Without windsheild wipers. Okay, maybe not, but perhaps in a neighboring country. Such a sobering experience.
Very cool Cooper. I love it!!!! Famous? Are you joking me? Get outta her????? You are too freakin funny!!!! You really are!!! Famous! You are making me ROTFLMAO!!!! Honestly!!! You my darling are famous, not moi!! I too love Matisse! You know I was an art history fanatic in college. I swear I could spend my life in Art Museums and spent all my time in Europe in them. Made my travel partners crazy. Went nuts in Florence at the Ufizzi…still my favorite!
By the way I didn’t know that one – the rockin girl blogger-was out there – I would have put that one up – I like that one better to. I not a pink kinda gal! Could you tell? You picked the best one. I’m gonna borrow yours and put that one on mine too! Good job Cooper!!!!
Don’t listen to Green Day but the Boulevard of Broken Dreams refers to Hollywood – as much for the actors who made it and died young, car crashes etc., as the ones who never did
In South Carolina I met a man from Dundalik Baltimore County. He couldn’t believe I a New Yorker knew it. Know it as well or sadly better than the Inner Harbor, Fells Point etc
And if you haven’t read Laura Lippman you should. Great descriptions of Baltimore
Somebody had to be the next Mencken (sic)
Had two friends, brothers who lived in Baltimore and for some reason assumed my idea of a good time was visiting their parents in Dundalik. Not really, they were nice but the house was filthy and stunk of a combination of cigarette smoke, dogs, cats, and stuff simmered to get rid of the smell
Love Matisse. My mother used to put pictures by Impressionists over our cribs so that we would absorb…funny enough we did
Now that I have written a post.…
I forgive the indolence of the post.
I want to point out that I am now thinking of you not as someone I know but as “that rockin girl blogger”. This fact may or may nor scare you I don’t know.
You know art is a mystery to me, and it will stay that way, but to know I can suck the guts out of fruit and call it art is reassuring.
Yeah john has it. You’re becoming “Cooper the blogger” as opposed to ” Cooper”, and I’m scared.
Matisse — ah. I haven’t seen that collection. When and if I ever make it back from this hell I’ll have to check it out.
I usually fear for my life when driving with others, those near death experiences keep adding up.
“Indolence”
Is that a word allowed to be spoken (or written) in mixed company?
Matisse. I have a rowboat somewhere… hoisted right side up.
Goldy: I do don’t I.
Back and forth — I hear that it’s a sign of instability.
casey: Inner Harbor is merely a trap my dear.
The Matisse Collection which belonged to the Cone sisters is excellent — if you like Matisse that is. If you don’t well, they have those sick Brillo boxes of Warhol.
The OE: I may be driving in the rain in Nigeria soon enough but that is yet to be determined.
it’s good to be prepared.
Ev: I made that one up because it seemed a little more powerful. I can make them anyway you like.
Pia: Ah, you met a Dundalkian.
Lippman used to teach at Goucher. I remember going there with a friend to look around — tiny little place. I remember my friend looking at the dining room and then going in to the Kosher dining room and asking the women if you had to be Jewish to eat there, because the food looked better than in the regular dining room.
I’ve heard of her but never read anything she has written.
John: Talk about losing one’s identity…
G: It’s worth it I think to see it if you haven’t.
Sauerkraut: I expect so at least the kind of mix that hangs around here…
lol
I don’t listen to Green Day either but that joke was a lot closer to funny than that song was to being good =P
I’m glad you made it through and there is no doubt you earned the oil.
Wouldn’t be the first wool-over-the-eyes modern artist.
Cooper, that’s so cooool! You can make that stuff? Amazing to me.
And John, I’m glad you forgive the indolence of this post.…for Cooper’s sake!
I became an expert at forgiving indolence in college. This isn’t indolence.
On Matisse — I know him not from the other one whose name begins with an M.;(
On decay and disappearance: That I created art — long ago on a trip through the mountains of West Virginia — by throwing that orange peel out the window is good to know.
You’re “the rockin girl blogger” cooper. You know that.
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EW: heh, I actually kind of like that song.
Earning the oils of the internet — my goal in life.
Your right about pulling the wool over the eyes. I was looking at Warhol’s Brillo boxes and thinking that as well.
Ev: I just took the graphic from somewhere else and placed in on a color I liked. Any cheap photo program will do. A four year old can do it. We have much to teach you dear Ev.
John is an old friend and good at forgiving indolence.
jacob: I hear that happens in college, I never got to that forgiving place.
ha, ha, there are many M’s but you most likely mean Monet.
We all create art daily we just don’t know it.
I have to go eat crabs later and I thought of you for some reason.
Hey, my comment got deleted. I think I said something nice, too. It’ll never come back.
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