23.5.3: Spending time at the Guggenheim is something I miss immensely..  Of course it's always a pretty draining experience.. The last time I was there I laughed, I cried, I beamed ear to ear, I gaped in horror.. I knew I was in the right place though when during the first exhibit, I found myself alone with some kid staring at Baroque Brazilian ship designs.  He turned to me and said, "You could be one of those pretty butterfly ladies."  It warmed my heart so much I almost fainted.  I didn't even think about it as a complement until later; at the time I was just so overwhelmed by his honest defiance of the heavy-handed angels standing before us.  I wanted them to be pretty butterfly ladies, too.  It was like being stranded in a Salinger novella.  I wanted to take his hand and have him lead me through the rest of the museum.. 

So anyway.. I spent tonite perusing the Guggenheim collection online and culled my favorites to post here accompanied by my inane reactions (click on the image titles to get academic ones if you so desire..).  Of course, posting my inane reactions to the ones I didn't like would probably be funnier (i.e., I don't like colors that remind me of excrement.. That looks like some crappy mosaic in a subway terminal and probably smells like it, too..) but maybe next time.. These really are my favorites from the collection (as of today.. I might hate them all tomorrow.. they all seem bolder in color and more recent than my usual predilection but that could be a function of the collection itself..).. as for the veracity and temper of the inane comments well, I hope you know me.. Oh and I couldn't organize these well.. so I just left them chronological and split them randomly where i wanted (if you must know, four groups: before my grandmother was born, before my mother was born, before I was born, and since I was born).. Don't get me started, but I would argue its as meaningful a grouping as any other..