I travel too much for work. Sometimes, it’s not very healthy.
I am trying to develop better habits, which is why I’m killing time at art museums instead of bars. This past week, I went to Chicago. I stopped by the Museum of Contemporary Art to check out two exhibits: one on surrealism, the other on pop art.
The surrealism show was fantastic and grotesque at the same time. I usually avoid distorted images of the body, but I couldn’t look away. I felt sweaty and uncomfortable, so I stuck with it. I tried to learn more about the artists and their motivations, too. I found out that Chicago has deep ties to the surrealist movement. There were a lot of local patrons back in the 1960s who supported the community and preserved the best pieces of art.
Here’s an example of sculpture from the exhibit.
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No photography was allowed, which was frustrating for a guy in the museum who kept trying to pose for photos. He wore a colorful suit and had a few friends who seemed overly eager to take his picture. What do I care? Well, I did care. He kept stepping in front of art that I wanted to see.
You ever have that experience at a museum? You walk away from someone only to keep bumping into that person again and again? What made it a little annoying was that he was like — “Look at me look at me look at me! I’m art.”
You can’t be art, but that’s another tirade for another day. I was annoyed, but I’ve been that guy. Super excited about my first trip to the big city. Operating without a filter. I thought he was an eager undergraduate student from Iowa, which is why I offered him my atheist version of Grace.
That was this guy.
Turns out, this is no corn-chip Midwestern kid from a state school. He is the husband of Dan Savage.
Look at this guy.
Day at the museum. #MCAChicago #CongdonTurkCollab suiting by @MrTurk #? ? by @jtylerwhitmer A photo posted by Terry Miller (@terrysphots) on
When a friend pointed out that I had a brush with micro-celebrity, I began a sanctimonious tirade about how this dude ruined my experience at the art museum. Thankfully, I shut myself down. There are a lot of reasons to be mad at the world, and some guy creating a mini-whirlwind at the MCA isn’t one of them.
And, honestly, it’s all good. I had a clandestine brush with the spouse of someone who is famous. And this guy had a brush with a self-righteous HR blogger. If that’s not a 21st-century extension of surrealism and pop art, I’m not sure what is.