The art at the Musée Des Beaux Urinoir was remarkable. There was an exhibit of portraiture, and I found out I love Chuck Close. I’d think, “Ooo, I love that,” then look for the name, and it would be Chuck Close.
All the art was whimsical or interactive or fun, just as you’d want in a hotel.
What Are These? Moles? Voles?
This elevator wall was popular: By the elevators you would see a digital reflection of yourself, and if you stayed still long enough a poem rained down on you. But then your elevator would come.
“… each part of my body turns to verb …” Verb?
Yeah, so that’s a bunny.
The poofs of smoke from these looked like jellyfish
That’s Barack in the Lobby.
But this was the best part. I found this the floor below the elevators. It’s a room papered in black-light flocked wallpaper.
That door I’m opening isn’t supposed to open. It was locked the next time I tried it. But the surprise wasn’t behind the door, it was around the corner.
The wallpapered room was created by Virgil Marti …
… my Senior Prom Date.
Virgil and I, at Prom. Really, that’s me, when I was a third my age and half my size.
I gasped four times in a row when I saw his name. Some Very Serious Art Lover had to leave the room when I started squeeing. Suck it, Serious Art Guy. Quit trying to commune with my prom date!
I’ve mentioned him before; here’s the silkscreen he made of me in high school.
The funny thing was, I kept thinking even before I got there, that this was the type of place Virgil should display his work. It’s ironic and edgy and a comment on middle-class kitsch. My guess is that I subliminally saw this room on the web page for the hotel, subconsciously associated it with the work I’d read about that he’d done with wallpaper, and was driven to book this hotel.
It’s like my mind created a little surprise for me! Oh, senility will be fun.
4 responses to “Art: A is for Art”
No kidding, Serious Art Guy. He’s lucky you didn’t grab him around the neck and squeal ‘that’s my prom date! No seriously, he felt me up in the back of his Dad’s car!’. I would have.
Wow! I can’t believe the expense! You will love senility; I know I do.
That’s such a cool hotel. I love the lift thing.
And what a thrill to find that connection. Um, are you sure you didn’t die just the tiniest bit inside to see how he’s succeeded?
Mind, how could someone called Virgil not do well? (Or maybe that’s a more common name over there. I’ve never met a Virgil in my life.)
Alisson – Well, actually, the hood of his Dad’s car. We were having a private picnic after Prom. I disappointed him. Hattie – The expense! This from someone on a island?Big Dot – No, I am delighted Virgil succeeded. I hunted him down and called him. During that call he did tell me when he went to England people kept making marionette motions at him, because of Thunderbirds. And do not tell me you never saw Thunderbirds, with the 7 puppets named after the Freedom 7 astronauts, including Virgil Grissom.