So tonight I went to a High Museum tour of a private home of a couple who have an amazing collection of modern art.
They had Kandinskys. Plural. They had a whole hallway of Warhol sketches. (They also had a boatload of Chihuly stuff, which didn't thrill me as much, but they seem to dig his work and, hey, not my house.)
They had a fucking glass vase done by Jean Cocteau. *meep!*
I'm still in a bit of a haze about it. Though quite inspired, I must say. I want to be that rich when I grow up. (Shut up, it could still happen.)
Today I took pleasure in peering closely at actual Kandinsky paintings in somebody's living room!
Today I learned some surprising things about the modern art market.
They had Kandinskys. Plural. They had a whole hallway of Warhol sketches. (They also had a boatload of Chihuly stuff, which didn't thrill me as much, but they seem to dig his work and, hey, not my house.)
They had a fucking glass vase done by Jean Cocteau. *meep!*
I'm still in a bit of a haze about it. Though quite inspired, I must say. I want to be that rich when I grow up. (Shut up, it could still happen.)
Today I took pleasure in peering closely at actual Kandinsky paintings in somebody's living room!
Today I learned some surprising things about the modern art market.