the DMA and Fort Worth Modern both let you take pictures of paintings in their collection. you can’t take pictures of stuff on loan. they make you read the cards to see, first, and they are *very* happy to tell you if you’ve taken a picture of the wrong one.
When Amanda Mae was here, on our tour of the Nelson, I had set the camera to flash for a couple of shots. The guard came running up, “Sir, please set the camera to no-flash.” Dr. Jan said, “Oh, yes. Rick, flash isn’t allowed.” I reset the camera and encountered no further problem.
And Deron, yes. You see beyond the banal. I don’t have to say it. You already know. For all those photos you take. In editing, in posting, you see the beyond.
Once at the Guggenheim an asshole employee took my camera. He asked if I had one in my bag, I said yes, but that I wasn’t going to use it in the museum (I always tell the truth). He said he had to take it. I said something to the effect of, “You have to take it? Really?” This was many years ago, when I fought more readily. I launched into a tirade about how it was bad enough that I’d have to look at Francis Bacons a-tilt, and that I’d very likely go tumbling down the fucking ramp before I got out of there. But he wouldn’t budge, and I especially wanted to see the Bacons, so I gave in and let him hold it for me at the desk. Motherfucker.
You were in a museum that let you take photos? I thought all of those were in England. . . .
the DMA and Fort Worth Modern both let you take pictures of paintings in their collection. you can’t take pictures of stuff on loan. they make you read the cards to see, first, and they are *very* happy to tell you if you’ve taken a picture of the wrong one.
Deron, it amazes me how you always see beyond the banal. Your eyes must be wide open at all times.
Terrifying thought, eh, Kelsey?
thanks, Kelsey. also I take a lot of photographs
Like Kelsey, I like this photo. And thanks for the tip on those two museums. I am frankly astonished.
When Amanda Mae was here, on our tour of the Nelson, I had set the camera to flash for a couple of shots. The guard came running up, “Sir, please set the camera to no-flash.” Dr. Jan said, “Oh, yes. Rick, flash isn’t allowed.” I reset the camera and encountered no further problem.
And Deron, yes. You see beyond the banal. I don’t have to say it. You already know. For all those photos you take. In editing, in posting, you see the beyond.
I like this very much.
Once at the Guggenheim an asshole employee took my camera. He asked if I had one in my bag, I said yes, but that I wasn’t going to use it in the museum (I always tell the truth). He said he had to take it. I said something to the effect of, “You have to take it? Really?” This was many years ago, when I fought more readily. I launched into a tirade about how it was bad enough that I’d have to look at Francis Bacons a-tilt, and that I’d very likely go tumbling down the fucking ramp before I got out of there. But he wouldn’t budge, and I especially wanted to see the Bacons, so I gave in and let him hold it for me at the desk. Motherfucker.
Anyway, this is a great museum photo, Deron.
I have never had a camera. Sometimes I think it helps me remember better. Sometimes I wish I could see something again, just once more.