What is Art?

On Saturday I went with Hana and her parents to the Phoenix Art Museum. It was a short walk from the neighborhood but Hana wanted to talk instead of riding in the stroller so it took longer. It's funny when I end up pushing an empty stroller so I like to make up a baby name and have an invisible baby in it. I'm still waiting for my chance to creep someone out when they walk by and I say, "There there, Isabella, don't cry" and all they see is an empty stroller!

I had gotten two free tickets for the museum from the library but because we wanted to see the Hollywood section, we had to buy full price tickets. $20 each! So Expensive! But Jeff paid so I got in for free.

The first section we saw had life-like statues of people. I took one of a man from the shoulders up shown here. I wanted to take one of the full likelife man but there were snooty security people everywhere, reminding us to look at the signs for which pieces we can photograph. I wanted Angie to take of pic of me next to him, pretending to ask for directions!

I guess I don't really get what makes art art even though I've taken an art history class. I'm seeing a room taped off but we can look in and see construction tools lying on the floor and that is art. There's a sleeping bag and a trash bag in the middle of the room where we can trip over them and that's art. One cool thing I saw was in a movie room where they showed a short film of a twenty dollar bill. As you watch it, you see tiny movements taking place like someone walking across the yard or someone painting the white house. 

The Hollywood Costume section was strictly no photography allowed. I guess someone managed to sneek a pic because I got this off of the internet. Basically they had costumes from tons of movies like Ocean's Eleven, The Bourne Identity, Star Wars, Kill Bill, Indiana Jones, American Hustle, 102 Dalmations, Elizabeth, Rocky, Batman, etc. They used screens of the actor's faces above the mannequin wearing the costume. I wanted to touch them!

This spherical light thing was in the front lobby. Hana almost touched it! They really shouldn't keep breakable art in a child's reach.

They had a children's section with bean bags, books, and paper. The paper was for writing the next line of one of the stories posted on the walls. You would write a sentence on the paper and then place it in the slot next to the story. Hana was too young of course.

Her parents went ahead and bought a membership so I can take Hana there again, even if just to get out of the house and the heat. I'm listed on their membership as one of their kids!