Friday evening, after a long and hard work week, Grace and I took a moment, not to decompress, but to drive out to Beverly Hills and the Los Angeles County Museum of Art for their "Treachery of Images" exhibit featuring the great works of Rene Magritte. After some wrangling of the parking lot attendant outside of the museum, we were on our way.
Since it was the final weekend of the show, the lines were understandably long and diverse. Surprisingly, the draw of Magritte spans several demographics of people. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, since most consider his artwork to be an overarching examination of the contextual understanding of the human psyche. His work doesn't suck either.
Anyhow, the show was pretty large for such a relatively small section of the museum. We were treated to several of his more well-known works, and while Grace was very upset that we didn't get to see "The Son of Man", we did get to see "The Treachery of Images" close-up. I was most amazed that the paint still looked so fresh on the canvas and by the fact that many people were intrigued in the first place. Of course, I tried remember most of what we studied about Magritte in school, but seeing as it was almost 10 years ago, the details are a bit fuzzy. What I like most about his paintings is the unsettling nature of his imagery. I can use the most oft-used phrase that "It strikes me," but I'll refrain. Let's just say that most of his works are just dark and clever enough to elicit a few furrowed brows and perhaps a chuckle.
Our post-game plan was dinner, as usual. Since it was Friday (and since it's Lent) we hit up a nearby sushi place very worthy of a Yelp or two and called it a night.
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