The main activity of this day was a bus trip to San Francisco, to visit the deYoung museum.
I started the day with two rounds of resistance machines. Then tidied the apartment in advance of it being cleaned this afternoon. At 9:30 we boarded the house bus for the trip.
There were two exhibits of note. One, Patrick Kelley: Runway of Love, was about a guy who went from Southern Black kid to celebrated fashion designer in a short time, and died tragically young of Aids. There were 30 or 40 of his dresses on display and they were — different. Amusing, fun to look at, not really practical. Who would actually buy and wear one of these, I asked by female neighbors. Nobody. But they were fun to look at.
The second, Judy Chicago, a retrospective was a lot deeper and I enjoyed it a lot more. Judy Chicago had a long career as an artist and was a feminist when that was a new thing. I took a couple of pictures of pieces that impressed me.
Both of these are huge canvases, 5 or 6 feet high, done with spray acrylics, and aside from the striking imagery, I just can’t figure out (from my primitive experiments with an airbrush) how in the heck she did them. So, impressive on two counts.
At dinner Patty persuaded me that I should reserve a table for Thanksgiving lunch and invite some people. So I did and got “sorry, prior engagement” from the first I asked.