Yesterday, a gorgeous day in Manhattan, I visited the Museum of Modern Art in Midtown . On exhibit were works from MOMA’S permanent collection. I felt overwhelmed. I took lots of photos of art works I liked that I hadn’t seen before. I seem to go for the very textural works. I am especially liking Robert Rauschenberg at this time in my life. I like art from found objects because I do a lot of that myself. I’m a dumpster diver–which is what I think we are called.
Cloth, metal, leather, electric fixture,cable, and oil paint on composition board, with automobile tire and wood plank. “He composed this from a rusted license plate, an enamel light reflector, a tire impaled by a street barrier, a man’s shirt, a blue lightbulb in a can, and a black tarpaulin, as well as paint and canvas.” This is my kind of artist.
A framed pillow, sheet, and quilt then scribbled on them with pencil and splashed them with paint. These bed clothes were Rauschenberg’s own, which makes it something like a self portrait.