art that i like

It's been an interesting couple of weeks.

Oh wait -- they haven't, because not a lot is happening.

I went to an art museum at Princeton today with my honors Myth class. it was suuuperb. on the van ride up there, I ended up getting entangled in the typical discussions I seem to be having with MCCers: "oh, you're homeschooled?" "oh, you're a Christian?" They're actually interested in the answers, though. And they're cool, too. Neat array of people in this class.
I was supposed to go look for Mythological stuff, but I ended up camping in front of a Bierstadt. For those of you who don't know, he's one of my favorite artists. Back when nobody knew what Colorado and Nevada and Wyoming and stuff looked like, they sent artists over there to paint landscape pictures. The giant paintings (they take up whole walls) would be put in a special exhibition, and people would pay money to file by and take a look and the strange and mysterious land they were supposedly a part of. It's pretty much the only [albeit embellished] capturing of the untouched west before we came and ruined it. still bitter.
While we're on the subject of art, here's my favorite painting. It's on display at the National Gallery, and I usually just go there and sit and stare into her face whenever we go. There's so much about her that I feel we share. I dunoo if that's freeky deeky to any of you. I just feel like she's sad but victorious at the same time. And then again, I'm not sure.
I'm kinda of doped up on allergy stuff to help me get to sleep a little better. I'm about to fall over. I will talk more soon!