Today was great. Hopped on the bus and grabbed breakfast in the inner city. It was pretty expensive and ok. I got a shot of espresso with a croissant that was filled with marmalade. On top of that I got a bowl of mixed fruit. I'm liking the filled croissants. It's a nice surprise.
Afterwards we went to hunt down exhibits that we saw the day before. The first one was a photography exhibit with photos taken by Stanley Kubrick. The exhibit was great. His photo series were stunning. Great images in black and white, high contrast. He did a series of photos on a boy in Brooklyn, age 9 I believe, who worked as a shoe shiner to help raise his siblings, maybe 9 of them. He also had done another series on a family of 9 kids and widowed wife and followed them throughout the course of their lives living at some type of an orphanage. The series were strong and great to see.
Afterwards we went to find the Egon Schiele exhibit. He's from the Bauhaus and was influenced and helped by Klimt. I'm in love with his art. I like the way he draws his people. They're thin, gaunt, elongated, and fantastically drawn and colored. His lines are rough, curved, and loose. They aren't fussy, like how Murawski would say. His color palette is equally great. They're mellow, cool, and express the sufferings that he had cooped up inside.
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