The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, or the
SFMOMA, seemed like a good idea on a rainy day like today.
Most of the art was pretty interesting but I gotta say my favorite exhibit was "EXPOSED". It's all about photography and cameras and surveillance and privacy and what not. They had that famous photograph of a Viet Cong general being executed and a bunch of other cool graphic stuff. BUT, you can't take pictures of any of part of it. Sorry guys. I really am.
Not being able to take too many pictures didn't really bother me because I was more intrigued by the Museum itself. The whole thing is a one enormous piece of art. I took this picture when I was standing on the catwalk at the very top of the Museum, 4 stories up in the air, where every noise you make gets recorded and blasted back at you from every direction including right under you.
Even the ceilings at this place look nice.
I brought my little sister Daisy along. She doesn't like getting her picture taken. Weird I know.
Im guessing this Museum will turn into a giant boat the next time the world floods like in the Bible days and these holes were placed here to reduce wind resistance. Wow, that joke was awful. I'm not changing it.
This piece made me think of a really fancy dress. All shiny and shit.
They had these dark rooms everyone was crowding all around, some rooms were playing weird shit like grass growing in real time or a recording of a room in night vision (looked like the next paranormal activity). This one was playing some documentary about what the Ghettos they kept Jews in look like today.
The view from the museum isn't all that. We were looking out at the buildings when it hit me...
I found Waldo's sneaky ass.
Again.