Someone needs to get me here, fast. And by "someone" I mean myself, after I cash that next unemployment check (oh, didn't I mention that?). I be makin' it rain.
When I first read (read: looked at its name) about the Museum on It's Nice That, I thought it was a kitschy little exhibit at a gallery somewhere, not an actual "institution" in Croatia. Croatia, of all places. I love that--as a result--the "Getting Here" page of the Museum's site includes directions to Zagreb's airport from other European countries, not like driving directions "from downtown" or something.
I really wish I owned a museum, you know, or lived in the appropriately zoned neighborhood so I could host the Museum's collection in my living room, because I want to see how they interpret some of this stuff. The blurb for the gnome was the first thing I clicked on (Lauren, I thought of you), and it did it for me:
"The divorce day garden dwarf. He arrived in a new car. Arrogant, shallow and heartless. The dwarf was closing the gate that he had destroyed himself some time ago. At that moment it flew over to the windscreen of the new car, rebounded and landed on the asphalt surface. It was a long loop, drawing an arc of time--and this short long arc defined the end of love."
So cryptic and culminating in such tired prose. I need to go.
P.S. It's in London now, the Museum's traveling exhibition. Go. And see if they have a gift shop.
When I first read (read: looked at its name) about the Museum on It's Nice That, I thought it was a kitschy little exhibit at a gallery somewhere, not an actual "institution" in Croatia. Croatia, of all places. I love that--as a result--the "Getting Here" page of the Museum's site includes directions to Zagreb's airport from other European countries, not like driving directions "from downtown" or something.
I really wish I owned a museum, you know, or lived in the appropriately zoned neighborhood so I could host the Museum's collection in my living room, because I want to see how they interpret some of this stuff. The blurb for the gnome was the first thing I clicked on (Lauren, I thought of you), and it did it for me:
So cryptic and culminating in such tired prose. I need to go.
P.S. It's in London now, the Museum's traveling exhibition. Go. And see if they have a gift shop.
