Morandi

I finally got to the Morandi show. It was smaller than I expected but that was fine; they probably would have stuffed the show with more crappy early work if they had more space. It was a Thursday morning, so it was me, a bunch of old ladies who would go on and on about how they "love the pallettes" and a few school groups that would whizz by every once in a while, the majority of the kids texting.

It's the first time I've seen more than 3 Morandis in a room together and I was a bit concerned that they would all sort of blend in together. But, they didn't. I had a lot of fun looking at all of the still lives, especially the later super-reductive ones. Morandi is surprising to me because every time you go back to look at a painting that you think you know, you notice another great moment or idea in the painting. I love how his work really slows your eye down, how you get trapped within his little painting world, his deliberate and graceful hand, the way his colors and their relationships slowly reveal themselves. A ton has been written (much more well written) about him, so I'll leave it there. It's going down to the National Gallery after the Met, so I'll probably see it there too.