OF A GOLDEN AGE

going to museums makes my brain explode with aesthetic joy and intellectual stimulus. something in my brain feels sated after staring into the eyes of a painting i’ve never seen before, knowing how beautiful and full of talent some people are. milwaukee has a large collection from one particularly hip elderly woman benefactor: a picasso, a kandinsky, clashy fauves, even a mildly-ugly chagall, and hundreds of others. the picasso is called “the cock of liberation,” something we giggled over without embarrassment until we reached the georgia o’keeffes, which gave us something dark, soft, warm-colored and cavernous to giggle about anew.

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