Nobody Goes to the Art Museum…Report.
Nobody Knows—
That I went to the St. Louis Art Museum today.
It’s what I call a trip to what the humanity USED to produce…GREAT works of art, and now..lots of crappy junk.
If art reflects the culture, and society, what is it saying about us?
For instance:
There weren’t many pieces on the Greeks and Romans, but what they did have was astounding. There I am, standing in front of one.
As you walk into the main lobby, trying to get away from Max Beckman, and also the Picasso’s which you swear you could paint in one afternoon, (Why is he so honored?) you see on display, the things that the blacks in St. Louis love the most: Sneakers. Giant Sneakers. Next to that was a destroyed car with graffiti!
Hey, nothing like giving the swamp artists another idea! If the cars aren’t worth stealing, they could use some really cool “I WAS HERE” graffiti.
Then you go past the masters…the Rembrandts, The Dutch painters…the Flemish, the ones who really could paint.
And then…the modern museum.
And you think. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? We went from carving waves of sheer fabric into marble to a giant picture of solid red? Huh?
Also to report, they have mostly liberals working there. I had to go to the bathroom and some black guy was cleaning it. Well, being as I don’t have a gall bladder I said, “Hey, the nearest girls’ restroom is almost half a mile THAT WAY…why don’t you just step out for a second, I’ll only be a minute”
He got this look on his face as if I had thrown chocolate pecan pie on the Mona Liza.
He stepped into the entrance to block my entering and said with his eyes bugging out:
“No, you CANNOT come in!”
What?
There was a lady employee a foot away.
“Hey, tell him to step away for a minute.”
“No, you’ll have to wait.”
“But, I Don’t have a gall bladder! Where’s your common sense!?”
“No…you can’t go in” she said.
Down the hall was the boys’ restroom.
“Can I use that one?“ I asked.
“Sure! Go ahead” she said…knowing that she had been ordered that our culture is now unisex and that’s very permissible. Very hip. Very cool. You could tell she felt so good giving me permission to use the men’s restroom.
My husband blocked the door.
So, what I did get out of my visit.
Humanity has left the building. It died with the Greeks and Romans. And Gays have ALWAYS been in San Franscisco:
And Elvis is still waiting to get into the men’s restroom, because it’s being cleaned.
China in the Middle of America?
Nobody Flashes: America is in a crisis mode.
Millions upon millions are invading our country and the people are from all over the world. The governor of Texas, talked a good game, but let it happen. He could have protected his state, but what he did was just a little and much too late.
But the invasion that bothers me the most are the military age Chinese men. They are being controlled by the communist party, and I have great concerns in my area that they will be coming here, where I live.
I live near Lambert Field. It used to be a great hub for TWA, which went out of business. Then the planes stopped flying over. Around the airport, back even in the 80’s business was booming: Hotels, restaurants, all kids of bars, and then slowly…they ALL disappeared. You drive around the airport now, and all those places are gone, replaced by what looks to be a huge underground shelter, underneath the airport.
A few years ago, the politicians and CEOs tried to sell the people on letting China create a hub here in St. Louis. Boeing also resides here. It took years for them to get whole neighborhoods our of their homes so they could build a huge runway…which is very seldom used now. The people voted it down.
But Biden, China’s best man in the White House, is China’s friend. And I have noticed ALL around the area, big, huge warehouses with nothing in them are being built everywhere. Why? There are no businesses here. Oh sure, Amazon has a hub, but that’s about it.
So what do I think?
I think China slowly and very stealthy will take over America. They will have sleeper cells everywhere. They will buy up all the land around the airport, and if there are riot of any kind, those huge warehouses will no longer be empty. After all, Biden let their spy plane go over all our military bases. They are planning on taking control. And St. Louis will be a hub for flying in whatever.
Remember, China was behind the fentanyl pandemic. Covid-19. Fauci helped them get it into the country, and now we have gain of function labs even here. They keep us busy looking at Jan 6, and Ukraine., Russia, anything but the border.
And that’s why I suspect my area will be taken over fast. I’ve already had Chinese men taking pictures of my house.
Oh, come on Joyanna…You’re Paranoid? Yeah, I guess I am. Now that they have A.I. we all will be targeted.
I only hope good men will come around and stop this. The last thing we need is giant planes filled with Chinses men pulling into our little town. All it would take would be one train wreak full of chemicals to make the citizens around the area, evacuate…and I can just imagine where they will tell us all to go.
Those empty warehouses…And if they let us out?
I don’t even want to think about it.
Siegfreid Reinhardt, The History of Space, and the Drummer Girl
Nobody Remembers:
If you have ever spent time at Lambert Field International Airport in St. Louis, you might have seen the huge long mural on the wall, painted by Siegfreid Reinhardt. Siegfried was a famous American painter that lived her in St. Louis, taught at Washington University. He was featured in Time and Life and has pictures at the Vatican. His ART was called superrealism. I remember seeing the full mural of the History of Aviation, AFTER we had become friends. And a few years after he died. He died in 1984.
And he was my dear friend.
Here’s a taste of that mural:
I was thinking about him today. I met him in a bar called “NINO”S which was in a mall, years ago. I was with my girlfriend, and had a wee too much to drink (which for me is about 3 glasses of anything) sitting at a small table in the middle of the room, laughing with Nancy, and he was there visiting his friend NINO, who was also an artist. We all used to hang out at the bar. Nino played Spanish guitar.
I used to go to Siegfried’s house, and play his piano downstairs. His house was covered with drawings and pictures and he had a weiner dog named Heidi that he would yell German commands at. I thought it was the funniest thing.
He also used to come watch me play drums in whatever band I was in, and always gave me lectures to “PROMOTE” myself. Of course, I was…pretty humble about myself..and didn’t take his advice, but I really adored him. Even though he kept trying to date me, I thought he was too old for me. One time we had a small fight and he said to me “Your too sensitive.” He was right. But he was older than me and I think I was coming out of a bad love affair. So, he drew my picture…and put me holding my drumsticks, and I told him I wanted a horse in it, and a necklace with a basketball on it. “My heart has been bounced around too many times.” I told him. So, he did that! Much to my surprise. He drew it, put me at the end of a book he published called FROM ALMOST ANYWHERE, and gave the original to me.
And it came with a poem.
I lost contact with Seigfried. He was a giant of a man, with a big German chest and voice and huge hands. His paintings are about as original as you can get.
I went to his funeral, and to my surprise there were only about 5 people there. I broke out sobbing, and went into the bathroom. Nobody there knew who I was. And the fact that no one else was crying really pissed me off. Go figure.
Today, this Nobody Wonders, If Siegfried were alive, what historical mural would he draw about today?
NASA, SpaceX, Mission to Mar? Star Wars…etc….
I think he would need a better canvas, don’t you?
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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