Denver Museum of Art

I took the Light Rail to meet Doug on 16th Street to go to the museum. We walked through the Peoples' Fair to get there, which is an experience in and of itself, and there was this bubble machine that sent lovely irredescent orbs across the entirety of City Park. Pretty freakin' sweet!

Unfortunately, the works of art I wanted to actually take pictures of made us get in trouble. But we had two mutual favorites: one was a huge wall of oil painted entries much like a journal that this artist had written about the death of his father and what thoughts were racing through his head, including "I am farting so loudly that I woke up the dogs" and "I wonder if my dad were alive and creating this painting, what he would do? I know he wouldn't have sworn on it nearly as much." The second was an incredibly dark room that you were almost afraid to walk into because you couldn't see a thing. After a couple minutes your eyes adjust to see what looks like a giant blue square that's being projected on the wall from somewhere. You walk up to it to examine it closer, feel the wall, and then try to put your hand on the blue rectangle when YOUR HAND GOES STRAIGHT THROUGH!!! It's a room, not a projection or screen! So we watched people from the back of the room on benches (cause we could see them, but they couldn't see us!), and laughed and laughed and laughed!