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So tonight I went to a High Museum tour of a private home of a couple who have an amazing collection of modern art.

They had Kandinskys. Plural. They had a whole hallway of Warhol sketches. (They also had a boatload of Chihuly stuff, which didn't thrill me as much, but they seem to dig his work and, hey, not my house.)

They had a fucking glass vase done by Jean Cocteau. *meep!*

I'm still in a bit of a haze about it. Though quite inspired, I must say. I want to be that rich when I grow up. (Shut up, it could still happen.)

Today I took pleasure in peering closely at actual Kandinsky paintings in somebody's living room!

Today I learned some surprising things about the modern art market.


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Feb. 22nd, 2008 04:53 am (UTC)
I would love to see that house.
Feb. 22nd, 2008 07:16 am (UTC)
Doesn't it seem somewhat criminal that people have culturally relevant art hanging in their living room? I mean, I get it...it just seems selfish.

That said, I did get to see a Rembrandt sketch up close and personal at the home of one of my college professors. I was wowed.
Feb. 22nd, 2008 12:19 pm (UTC)
I could see that, but the owners of the house host tours of their home quite regularly, I understand. So it's not quite a museum, nor is it open to the general public at any old time, but they're still willing to expose the artwork to those who want to see it, instead of hiding it from view completely.
Feb. 22nd, 2008 09:01 pm (UTC)
That's totally cool. :)
Feb. 24th, 2008 12:10 am (UTC)
This wasn't Peter Conlon's house was it? Aside from the vase, which I don't recall, the Warhols and Kandinskys were definitely out in force. This would be the place we hung out at when Jay Aston was in Atlanta farting around and being famous and stuff.

And yes, whereas I normally don't give a crap about money beyond that which will suffice for my basic needs and wants, potentially having the ability to buy my own damn Warhols makes it sound so much more appealing.
Feb. 24th, 2008 12:25 pm (UTC)
I remember that weekend (Jay Aston proposed marriage to me--how could I forget?), but, no, it wasn't Peter Conlon's digs. It was owned by a Mr. Russo and a Ms. Levy.

I never got a chance to tour the inside of Peter Conlon's house. Don't think I made it in there beyond the kitchen. Bit bummed about that. Would have liked to have seen the art there.
Mar. 2nd, 2008 04:50 am (UTC)
He proposed to you too!? That two-timer! I'm still waiting for my ring.

Men are bastards!


Oh, I thought you had seen the arts there too. Man, sucks that you didn't. Then again, you would now be twice as green with envy. You get to envy the lucky Russo/Levy household, and I get to envy Conlon.

I think that if I saw both private collections, I'd definitely be green enough to star in "Wicked" and would worry each time it rained that someone would have to adopt my newly-orphaned cadre of flying monkeys.
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