Francis Bacon

I went to the Francis Bacon retrospective at the Met today.

I hadn't been that familiar with his work, so it was sort of educational. I found it interesting, his paintings are dark and gloomy and surreal. Distorted, damaged, dream-like bodies literally leaking into the emptiness of his backgrounds.

As much as I appreciated the exhibit, I don't think I enjoyed it.

Also, I usually take advantage of my flexible schedule and see art on weekdays when the museums and galleries are less crowded. But today I was uptown visiting my mother and it seemed convenient. Still, I think the crowds made me cranky.