The Hirshhorn Museum has this exhibit going nightly until May 13th. So I remarked about how there is SO much to do in this fabulous city and reluctantly trudged eagerly hastened over to see "Song 1" based on the 1934 pop song, I Only Have Eyes For You. Just when you thought you'd had enough of obscure, bizarre, wonderful exhibits, the Smithsonian outdoes themselves again. Nicely done.
Kiwi & Dog Poop epitomizes how I view the world: that incredibly strange and often nonsensical combinations of people, things, events, and circumstances inevitably inhabit the same space in our lives. Then we are charged with the occasionally challenging, sometimes sad and upsetting but usually hilarious task of making sense of it all.
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Saturday, March 24, 2012
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