Free Tuesdays are awesome! Especially when you get to spend it with some of the women of N5 (and one from 05). The residents got complementary access into the Annie Leibovitz's exhibition at the Legion of Honor. As a chaperon I got in free too. It would have been $5 today and $15 on a regular day. I'm not really big on photography but the Leibovitz collection currently showing was extraordinary. There were a mixture of photographs showing her works of the famous and from her personal life. I thought some of the ones she took of the celebrities had a hint of fakeness. I don't mean the photos but the fame. It made me feel like these actors, models and other American icons are just...human. Quite a few fans look up to these individuals like they're some sort of God. Nothing is suppose to perfect. No one can be perfect. The spotlessness, all-adorning glamor, and smooth contours showed that the famous are just doing their job. They aren't always in their own skin (even though a lot of the subjects were bare-skinned in the photographs). Some of the colors were so bold. Maybe that was part of the statement. I really like the pieces with the dancers. If I remember correctly they're part of some cultural dance studio. They are adorn in their theatrical makeup and costumes but the photos are close-up shots so you can see the emotion and detail on their faces.
I spent the time at the museum escorting a Spanish lady. After 5 minutes of trying to talk to her and read her the titles of the pieces, I realized that she had no clue what I was saying. I decided to wheel her around by focusing on where her head turned. If she was looking at something I would move her towards the piece and once she looked somewhere else I turned her towards another work of art. The museum was swarming with art students. I wish I brought my sketchbook or camera but I didn't know that we were going to a museum today. I wouldn't have time to sketch anyway. Besides the special exhibition room my favorite room is the "Neoclassicism through Post-Impressionism". I'm a fan of cubism so I can never stare too long at Picasso's sculptor. I don't really like Monet but I like Degas. lol
At 1:00, the resident and I went back to the entrance to wait for the others. The other volunteer for the day bought everybody a postcard displaying Leibovitz's "Jonny Cash with his grandson Joseph, Rosanne Cash, and June Carter Cash, Hiltons, Cirgina, 2001" as souvenirs. During the bus ride to and from LLH I felt culturally-challenged when talking to him. He knew so much about San Francisco. He's a Vietnam veteran so I had respect for the guy but I couldn't comment much on his tales. He thanked me for the "sympathetic ear" when we got back at the hospital. I would have much preferred it if he just called me a "good listener."
Anyways, we had this one patient with us that was a bit of a pain. She kept yelling "help!" everywhere we went even though she wasn't in any danger. I would say most, if not all, of the women had trouble with memory. A few of them kept asking me where we were throughout the trip. I got a little annoyed but it's not their fault that time has taken
a toll on their brains.
The bus headed down to the beach so we could have lunch. This one lady couldn't get the chips or fried chicken she requested because the nurse was afraid that she would choke. I know exactly how it feels when you can't eat what you want, so I had sympathy for her. This other women only wanted to eat potato chips but when the AT placed a few bags full onto her plate she kept asking for napkins. The AT told her she had a whole bunch already on her lap. Poor lady. She was the sweet one in the group.
We got back at around 2:30, so we wee a little early. I decided to walk the 3 miles home. :)
OH! I totally forgot about 2 Chihuly pieces. His glass artwork really clashed with the other pieces at the Legion of Honor. I think his work would have been a better fit at the Deyoung. Nevermind, he's having another exhibition there later this year. Anyhoo, the spiraling madness of glass in all three of the pieces were magnificent. His colorful and huge installations were way too loud for Rodin's sculptors though.
I spent the time at the museum escorting a Spanish lady. After 5 minutes of trying to talk to her and read her the titles of the pieces, I realized that she had no clue what I was saying. I decided to wheel her around by focusing on where her head turned. If she was looking at something I would move her towards the piece and once she looked somewhere else I turned her towards another work of art. The museum was swarming with art students. I wish I brought my sketchbook or camera but I didn't know that we were going to a museum today. I wouldn't have time to sketch anyway. Besides the special exhibition room my favorite room is the "Neoclassicism through Post-Impressionism". I'm a fan of cubism so I can never stare too long at Picasso's sculptor. I don't really like Monet but I like Degas. lol
At 1:00, the resident and I went back to the entrance to wait for the others. The other volunteer for the day bought everybody a postcard displaying Leibovitz's "Jonny Cash with his grandson Joseph, Rosanne Cash, and June Carter Cash, Hiltons, Cirgina, 2001" as souvenirs. During the bus ride to and from LLH I felt culturally-challenged when talking to him. He knew so much about San Francisco. He's a Vietnam veteran so I had respect for the guy but I couldn't comment much on his tales. He thanked me for the "sympathetic ear" when we got back at the hospital. I would have much preferred it if he just called me a "good listener."
Anyways, we had this one patient with us that was a bit of a pain. She kept yelling "help!" everywhere we went even though she wasn't in any danger. I would say most, if not all, of the women had trouble with memory. A few of them kept asking me where we were throughout the trip. I got a little annoyed but it's not their fault that time has taken
a toll on their brains.The bus headed down to the beach so we could have lunch. This one lady couldn't get the chips or fried chicken she requested because the nurse was afraid that she would choke. I know exactly how it feels when you can't eat what you want, so I had sympathy for her. This other women only wanted to eat potato chips but when the AT placed a few bags full onto her plate she kept asking for napkins. The AT told her she had a whole bunch already on her lap. Poor lady. She was the sweet one in the group.
We got back at around 2:30, so we wee a little early. I decided to walk the 3 miles home. :)
OH! I totally forgot about 2 Chihuly pieces. His glass artwork really clashed with the other pieces at the Legion of Honor. I think his work would have been a better fit at the Deyoung. Nevermind, he's having another exhibition there later this year. Anyhoo, the spiraling madness of glass in all three of the pieces were magnificent. His colorful and huge installations were way too loud for Rodin's sculptors though.
Front entrance at Legion of Honor. Photo taken from www.chihuly.com
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Oooh lucky...I've seen some of Annie Leibovitz's photos in fashion magazines and online; I'd love to see her exhibit.
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