French Toast & Francis Bacon

I was supposed to go to the stadium today to see Yankees play but planes got changed during a heavenly brunch at Fabiennes on Bedford Ave. French toast, fresh strawberries whipped cream, cappuccino (first one in I don't know how long) and Black Cherry Soda. High on sugar and off to Metropolitan Museum.




It's so much art in there. From all times and all over the world. It's too much. Some highlights:





This chair was a piece of an installation:
It made me think of my chair at home:
But I'm not an artist. Or at least I would never call me that even if what I do in general is a lot more creative/artistic than a lot of crap real artists are doing.
This is NOT Mondrian but a Mondrian postcard put behind glass/frame by some other artist. And now I made a picture of it so I guess I could continue the artwork.

Another exhibition was about models. They could have made it better. The mannequins they used to how masterpieces of Dior and haute couture in general looked like something something from an elementary-school-play. A lot of old nice classic photos.


Francis Bacon is creepy sometimes. I found out that I like the early and the late pieces. He had a long career so it's a lot of too coloful stuff in between. He creates really clustrophobic spaces.

Old stuff:
As always: I love unfinished pieces.
Theese are not installations but small observations:

...and no one did.