The Renoir exhibit was okay. The pictures of children and women and nude women bathing were pretty, but very quickly all the pictures started to look alike. There are only so many images of opulent, uber-feminine, upper-class women and girls sewing or getting dressed or playing the piano that this middle-class feminist can take. Also, I found Renoir's creative process slightly creepy. Apparently he liked to scrutinize his subjects while they went about their daily activities, such as bathing, hair brushing, baby nursing. Sounds a bit voyeuristic to me.
LB seemed to like the exhibit. Since she resembles some of the blond-haired, blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked bubbahs in Renoir's paintings, she was thoroughly "oooohhhed" and "aaaaahhed" over throughout the gallery. She loved all the attention. Also, all the bare-breasted women apparently reminded her of "tee-tee," so we had to stop half way through the exhibit to have a drink of milk.
And we loved visiting with our friends, such as Auntie Liz. As you can see, Woolly Cat also got to come out.
After we visited the gallery, LB and I went to sit in the museum's park and have a snack. I remember visiting the park when I was a kid, so I was especially happy to bring my own little one there. We sat by the giant sloths so LB could watch the kids climb over them, and there was a man playing a Japanese shamisen. It was so gorgeous just sitting there in the sun, listening to the music, and watching LB squeal and laugh at the kids. A perfect afternoon!
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