I was down at the Art Institute for about an hour this afternoon, killing time before I had to go pick up my media pass for GGVII. I spent some time downstairs in the photography room (like I do every time I visit) to check out Harry Callahan's stuff. He likes grass textures, like I do. After heading upstairs, I wandered into the Monet room.
"I like these over here. These are really good." said a middle-aged mom while walking away from Monet's "Stacks of Wheat" series and gesturing toward his "Water Lily Pond" across the room. As if everything else in the room sucked. She said it almost as if she were an art teacher condescending to her 8th grade students. These two were a strange pair. Mom and daughter, I'm guessing. Mom with dark, straight shoulder-length hair, grown daughter with (fake?) blonde hair. They were a study in opposites: Both had capri pants and string tank top, but the mom's pants were white and the daughter's black, and the mom's tank was black while the daughter's was white. The daughter didn't say anything, since she was mom's negative.
I walked out of the room watching as the mom held her camera phone up to another of the Monet's.
