Went to the MOMA downtown to see the last of the American Comic Masters exhibit. Sunday was the final day, and the museum was quite crowded with hipsters, nerds and more families with younger children than I would have expected (expected=0) for an exhibit of artwork that includes graphic nudity and violence.

Pretty much, if the exhibit includes R. Crumb you shouldn't be surprised if your 8 year old boy wants to spend the whole time in that gallery. It was so crowded that you really couldn't follow the "flow" of the exhibit. One could circle around the galleries from the back, and not see the introduction of the artist painted on the wall indicating the "beginning" until you finished. For Crumb, that's where the "adult content" warning was. This mother seemed a little miffed that she had just exposed her child to such material. What did you expect, Lady? It reminded me of the time Alicia and I were in the Tate Gallery in London, in the "Human Body and Form" wing, and this Veddy Proper Mummy was hustling her charges through a room where the only work was a giant projection video of a naked man jumping up and down on a trampoline. She too, irate. I think the sign on the door says it all, and you could have been in the other 4 wings of the gigantic museum!

We'd been talking about going for months. I'm guessing so had everyone else, but you never get around to it until the end. I need to make a point of going at the BEGINNING of exhibits if I don't want want to deal with crowds. For once, the KCRW discount worked, and we got 2 for one tix.

My favorites were Crumb, Spiegelman and the guy who started MAD magazine. Steve loves Chris Ware. I appreciate him for his awesome artistic abilities, but I find the material so depressing, that I can only read a few pages before I'm plunged into such depths of despair that I want to burst into tears, save the world and kill myself because life isn't worth living and this 12 panel cartoon just proves it.

The exhibit also reminds me that DELETED, still has my Maus books. We took Second City classes together, and were in an improv group called DELETED.

That reminds me. I should give Marty, Lisa and Carla back their DVDs.