We went to the Los Angeles County Museum and that was fun. It was a bit of a drive from the valley and parking... don't get me started on parking! $$$ for 30 minutes or the whole day, doesn't matter, it's $21.00 so we got our tickets to the museum and decided afterwards that we would just go get lunch somewhere.
There were three levels to the main building and we started at the top. There were so many pieces that I really found myself attached too. So many pieces were made by revolutionists and I can't wait to see what art comes from our revolution as we deal with our own demons in America, because I feel like we're heading down a dark road. Goddess knows I feel fear...
I also realized that after learning about Pablo Picasso that I am adding him to the artists that I don't like. Now that is a little different, because he's a single name on the newest list of reasons for artists that I just can't get behind. It's all morally gray really... I just know I had a strong feeling towards the little dossiers written about the shown pieces of art.
This wasn't my favorite museum. I still really like Getty, which I wanted to go to Getty Villa but that was currently closed because I believe it's in the area that had all the fires. I'd been following the fires and both Getty's were right in the crosshairs.
Oh, the only other artist that I'm not fond of is Salvador Dali, but mostly because when I look at his art, I feel like I took acid (never have but I'm assuming it's that feeling) and I'm melting into his paintings. I feel like I ate a bunch of hot sand in the middle of the desert and my body is turning into a landscape. I feel like I'm the first one to die in a horror movie and my death is terribly brutal. Go figure! Lucille has a Bible with Salvador Dali's art within the book and it's just something that I can't really bring myself to look at.
I don't know if I ever got a Salvador Dali print what I'd do with it. I'd probably have to hang it in my bedroom and ponder the reason behind life. I just feel so many conflicting feelings with his work and I don't know if I have the emotional capacity to really sit down and ponder what it is about his work that makes me feel so alone and slightly scared and why he always reminds me of death. In other words, he breaks my brain.
We went down to the Farmer's Market which was within walking distance from the museum. It wasn't that bad, but the restaurant we were looking for was no longer there, even though it was on the map, so we ate at a fast food chain and then went to World Market. I love that place.
I should have known not to go in. We did. I bought chocolate coffee and coconut coffee. We bought herb almonds, truffle mustard... yeah, the list just goes on. I told Emory we had to leave before I added anything else to the list. I didn't want him to see what the price came out to, but he stayed in line with me and even carried our bag.
I petted so many dogs at the market. Then on our way out, I saw a dog bakery and got Mozart a little pet friendly cake. It was only $3.85.
On our way home we stopped by the grocery store and grabbed vegan ice cream and orange juice for our adult beverages.
Writing Update:
B.C. Finished!!! Big! Huge! Finish! Sign!!!!! And I got the best little note on it from a reader. The reader in question said that they enjoyed the story so much and wished me luck on my next endeavor and that I would be good at anything I set my mind to. This note really raised my spirits.
I have F.C. and C to finish and I'm going to start working on some ideas. I wrote 15 novel length stories in 6 years and if I could just do that again, well, I would have so many projects under my name.
I can't remember what author said this, but "publishing is a numbers game." So, basically, the more you publish, the higher chances you have of getting a New York Times hit. I am ready to try my hand at publishing again. I have so many ideas.