The northbound trains into San Francisco on weekends, don't go beyond Bayshore. Then you switch to a bus that takes you the rest of the way to CalTrain Station. (Not sure what the people going to the South San Francisco stop were supposed to do.)
From there we hoofed it to the Museum of Modern Art to meet our son and nieta. The nieto wasn't feeling too good, so he stayed home with his mom. But I do like this museum a lot. We didn't stay too long - a 2year old's patience in a place full of things you can't touch is limited. And we had to pick up our stuff and then get back down to BART and to SFO.
But here are a couple of pictures from the museum.
Ron Mueck is one of the more challenging artists. I'd never seen his work in person, but somewhere on this blog I've linked to his super real giant sized human figures. This was only a head, not even that much. A face. Three feet or so from chin to scalp. The guy in the back with the ladder and the police officer on the far right are also sculptures. They're both by Duane Hanson. 
This one, by Chuck Close, is interesting because when you step back it's something very different. 
Some other 'classic' modern artists: Calder
And Warhol:
And here's a view of downtown SF from one of the museums great windows.
I have to mention the joy of standing on the platform at the BART station and hearing a beautiful
Our benefactor was the man behind the pillar at the right of the photo. Thanks again. A wonderful way to wait for the train.
Our flight left SFO about 35 minutes late.
The pilot said he'd made up some time, but he also said we're going to land at some remote spot on the tarmac and be shuttled by bus to the terminal. There were a few folks with tight connections and he asked that they be allowed to get off first. Well, the few quickly became an endless line of people until those in front - we were in row 8 - had enough and started getting up. We had a close ferry connection, but we waited. It turned out not to matter. We were among the last people on the first bus, which meant we were at the door and among the first to get off. They dropped us off where you can either catch the trains to S or N, walk to B, C, or D, or go out to baggage. With the delays, we got to the ferry at 8:09. It left without us at 8:10pm. I'm not a happy camper. This winter I've been good at fighting off various bugs, but a cough has settled in my chest in the last few days. So waiting 50 minutes in the chilly terminal for the next ferry wasn't a pleasure. Anyway, I'm working on this as we ferry across and had some clam chowder to soothe my cough a bit.
Ottawa sported a whole multi-room show of Mueck's people, from the giant baby head (which the National Gallery had on loan for years, or they bought it. It was hollow inside) to aged little woman asleep on her side in a fetal position (done tiny, not big). It was extraordinary and everyone in the gallery was so quiet looking at them.
ReplyDeleteThe Dan Hansen show was mounted in Palm Springs and we saw it with the same shock and awe. One on its own may not have the impact of over a dozen of them interspersed, floor level, with gallery goers. Hard to tell the sentient from the spooky imitations. People would tentative touch the statues if they felt they could get away with it.