So one day a bunch of us rode the Metro over to the National Gallery of Art, on the Mall. For all the times I have visited DC over the years, I don't think I had ever been there before. It was to be a shorter, toddler-appropriate, visit, but it was enough to convince Vicki and me that a return visit was highly warranted. It is definitely world-class. As one would hope. So here are a few pix, mainly to remind us to go back.
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Despite getting to ride the train, Penelope
let her lack of aesthetic enthusiasm be known
early, and often |
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| The Dying Gaul, whom we last saw at the Capitoline |
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| Panel from Duccio's Maesta; or possibly something else |
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A very famous Botticelli, an Adoration; note the classical
as well as Christian themes; 1470 |
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A Rogier von der Weyden portrait of a lady; there is an
exquisite van Eyck there too, which I missed: next time! |
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| Rembrandt selfie #17,925 |
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| Obligatory Monet |
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| Ditto |
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| Van Gogh selfie |
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At this point, Rebecca had given Penelope her
phone, with its toddler drawing programs, and
we all noted that perhaps at this age Penelope
is more into the production rather than
consumption side of art |
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Jean Joseph Constant's The Favorite of the Emir, 1879, a
striking painting, anticipatory of some later developments
perhaps; Klimt? |
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| Renoir's Odalisque; Renoir before he was Renoir? |
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| "Are we done yet?" |
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In the impressive sculpture garden, Barry
Flanagan's Thinker on a Rock |
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