Frida Kahlo's work touring at the SFMOMA
Jul. 3rd, 2008 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arkuatSo Sunah and my dad and I went to the half-price night tonight, even though that would be more crowded, but I am so glad I did. Moses and My Dress Hangs There really can't be reproduced as posters... you'd have to do posters + blownup detail sections, which really isn't quite the same thing.
My favorite of her self-portraits, the one with the thorn-necklace and hummingbird (and cat and monkey and peculiar flower-insect chimerae) was there, and I was amazed how much I enjoyed gazing at the actual painting, even given all the time I had already given over to gazing at reproductions of it. There were a couple of paintings at the show I had never seen before even in reproduction, of which I particularly liked the one of a young Mexican girl with a toy-warplane in her lap. A sun and a moon hang in the sky behind and above her, and two Mesoamerican pyramids are on the far horizon behind her.
It was crowded though. Especially in two slow-moving clotted corners: the one in the big room with Henry Ford Hospital, My Dress Hangs There, and Self-portrait on the border between the US and Mexico hung all right next to one another, and the other slow-moving clotted corner in one of the smaller rooms, next to which hung Moses.
Moses was actually easier for me to get to than My Dress Hangs There, but they were both always crowded, more so than the other paintings. I think I may go again on a full-price night after my first paycheck comes in September, perhaps during the day, so I can study Moses to my heart's content without fretting that I'm hogging the view. I certainly didn't get to do that today, unfortunately.
Even though I complain about the crowding, it was actually pretty cool to be in a room full of Kahlo fans. In San Francisco. If I have to be in a crowd, that's one sort of crowd I like. It was fun to get my dad out of the house too, and give him and Sunah a chance to catch up with one another.
And another interesting painting detail. In the family-tree self-portrait, little toddler Frida standing at the base of the tree is standing in the courtyard of a dollhouse-sized Casa Azul, her house. I had certainly never noticed that before, because I've never seen a poster-sized reproduction of that one.
It wasn't until a couple of hours after the show that I realized that What I saw in the water had not been part of this exhibit. But I forgot to be disappointed about this omission during the show itself.
ETA:
http://images.google.com/images?q=frida+kahlo+moses
http://images.google.com/images?q=frida+kahlo+my+dress+hangs+there
http://images.google.com/images?q=what+i+saw+in+the+water
My favorite of her self-portraits, the one with the thorn-necklace and hummingbird (and cat and monkey and peculiar flower-insect chimerae) was there, and I was amazed how much I enjoyed gazing at the actual painting, even given all the time I had already given over to gazing at reproductions of it. There were a couple of paintings at the show I had never seen before even in reproduction, of which I particularly liked the one of a young Mexican girl with a toy-warplane in her lap. A sun and a moon hang in the sky behind and above her, and two Mesoamerican pyramids are on the far horizon behind her.
It was crowded though. Especially in two slow-moving clotted corners: the one in the big room with Henry Ford Hospital, My Dress Hangs There, and Self-portrait on the border between the US and Mexico hung all right next to one another, and the other slow-moving clotted corner in one of the smaller rooms, next to which hung Moses.
Moses was actually easier for me to get to than My Dress Hangs There, but they were both always crowded, more so than the other paintings. I think I may go again on a full-price night after my first paycheck comes in September, perhaps during the day, so I can study Moses to my heart's content without fretting that I'm hogging the view. I certainly didn't get to do that today, unfortunately.
Even though I complain about the crowding, it was actually pretty cool to be in a room full of Kahlo fans. In San Francisco. If I have to be in a crowd, that's one sort of crowd I like. It was fun to get my dad out of the house too, and give him and Sunah a chance to catch up with one another.
And another interesting painting detail. In the family-tree self-portrait, little toddler Frida standing at the base of the tree is standing in the courtyard of a dollhouse-sized Casa Azul, her house. I had certainly never noticed that before, because I've never seen a poster-sized reproduction of that one.
It wasn't until a couple of hours after the show that I realized that What I saw in the water had not been part of this exhibit. But I forgot to be disappointed about this omission during the show itself.
ETA:
http://images.google.com/images?q=frida+kahlo+moses
http://images.google.com/images?q=frida+kahlo+my+dress+hangs+there
http://images.google.com/images?q=what+i+saw+in+the+water
