here it isim trying to find a picture of it but it's difficult.
It was not there when I visited last summer. I like her a lot too.I like Louise Bourgeois... when we were in Porto there is a biggish museum of (it says) "contemporary art" called Serralves and it has big grounds to wander round (like the Gulbenkian in Lisbon in that respect) and there is old but not tatty modernist house which is now empty and you can explore it too, it's cool - but outside the house was where her gigantic spider was living at the time (maybe permamently, I dunno) and it looks pretty great, huge alien outside the house towering over Marienbad-style gardens.
I think the best thing with art is when you engage with it and get some kind of extra understanding of something, but, that rarely happens to be honest, so I'm totally happy with the next best thing when you go "dunno what that is but it looks cool/good/fun etc" eg that Anish Kapoor thing at the RA, fuck knows what it meant but there was a big fucking train made of slime going through the rooms and I left in a pretty good mood.
But you fux with Rodin, Henry Moore, Michelangelo, Donatello, Bernini etc. right?I don't understand sculpture or photography. Have never felt anything with that. I don't understand how someone likes Donald Judd.
I do feel a bit bad that I lived in Rome for six months and never payed attention to these Bernini onesI find statues (of people/animals/beings) magical.
When I was a kid I found them sinister sometimes, that haunting thought that they might come alive (with their empty eyes). And although I don't have that feeling anymore I still feel like something miraculous has happened, that the artist has created a real being of some sort.
Plus of course with certain sculptors there's that miraculous recreation of skin and veins and bones in marble.
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donald judd might of made sense to people in the 60s or whatever and especially in the US i think there's a lot of older people that love him still, his shit is still everywhere, every modern gallery, he's like rothko, ubiquitous, walk into a room and there's a load of plastic boxes on the floor. i've tried starting at his things but there's nothing to relate to. it's so blank its hard to get anything out of. possibly one day it will click.I don't understand how someone likes Donald Judd.