Four hours. That's as much as we can expect our 10 years old boy to stay in a museum without freaking out. He began with "I'm thirsty.." as soon as we got in, then he switched to "I need to go the the restroom.." halfway through the visit and ended with a "May I have a cappuccino?" at 8:10 pm, on the terrace.
Other that this annoying episodes, I have to admit that Josh behaved really well. He seemed more interested in Modern Art than in ancient romantic/classic art....I agree with him only partially. Of course we liked Leger, Warhol, Picasso, Kandinsky, Braque, Miro and Pollock.
We also found some installations of Mario Merz, an artist very well known in Torino for his Fibonacci Series on the Mole Antonelliana and for the wierdest roundabout ever, the Igloo Fountain.
And much more...
Yes, that's Josh inside this installation.
All this is fantastic. But there's a limit to my understanding skills. Occasionally I thought: "Is this really art?".
You tell me. We stopped in front of this artwork, we observed it for some minutes.
Nothing. The only consideration we both had was: "Why is our shower courtain exposed in this Museum?".
And then we went to the Munch Exhibition. What to say about it? Well, he was depressed, that's pretty evident in each of his portraits and self-portraits. We understood why "The Scream" is probably his most famous painting. Because he only made four versions of it, whereas for all other artworks he made something like 6 to 8 version of each in different times...and each of them was exposed in the museum in different rooms! He was totally obsessed with his themes: a vampire, a sick child, puberty, two human beings, girls on the bridge over and over and over and over.
Take a look here: Edvard Munch - Centre Pompidou
By then, it was 9 pm. Time to go home and watch some episodes of "The Simpsons". We don't want to be overloaded with culture and knowledge. We need some good old junk-TV!
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