|They sell mate in vending machines in Uruguay!|
My hotel is located on a side street named Juan Benito Blanco (it doesn't seem to an "avendia" or a "calle" or anything -- just "Juan Benito Blanco) in the Pocitos neighborhood of Montevideo.
|Front entrance to the My Suites Hotel|
|Rooftop view from the My Suites Hotel|
So I take a walk to the MNAV and there's a fair of some sort happening in Parque Rodó where I'm expecting an art museum to be:
|This ride obviously was designed by trippin' hippies|
|Take a ride courtesy of the magic mushrooms|
So, yeah, I like merry-go-rounds. This is the "flying elephant ride"
|This mottled elephant seems to have some sort of skin disorder|
|Fly away, elephants. Fly away!|
|The cups of tea ride|
I walk behind the fair, past the tennis courts, and I see an ugly building that looks like a middle school built in the 1970s. Which means?
|The MNAV in Parque Rodo|
|Entrance to the MNAV|
|The first floor collection|
|I'm guessing this is some sort of cartoonish Greek/Roman gods sort of thing going on|
The second floor is the rotating collection. The MNAV is now featuring the works of Manual Aguiar. Let's take a look-see at some of the works of Sr. Aguiar, shall we?
Perhaps that one's from De Daumier-Smith's Blue Period. Perhaps you prefer your art to of cut rope:
OK. I'm having fun at Sr. Aguiar's expense. I genuinely believe that most modern art (i.e., art produced after the Treaty of Versailles was signed ending World War I) is fecal. Pablo Picasso and all those eyeballs on the same side of people's heads? Fecal. Kadinsky? Fecal. Jackson Pollack and his drips? Massive wet stinkin' mess of fecal-ality. Salvador Dali? OK. Dali I love. I'm inconsistent with my middlebrow tastes. And that is why I'm not in love with this one, which I call: "The Moon is a Lemon Wedge in the Iced Tea Sky"
The actual name escapes me. I was having fun walking through the gallery, making fun (in my head) of the art, but then I came upon this one.
The artist is Amelia Nieto. I actually liked this one. You can't tell from this photograph, but the shapes really "pop" from the canvas. I may not know art, but this is one where I could really see that it took talent to produce. And, no, I am not being facetious. I actually liked this one. There were a few more works by Sra. Nieto, but the others didn't grab me like this one did.