Last Thursday I decided to pull a Ferris Bueller.
Okay, okay. Maybe not quite. However, we did have a half day at work (why on a Thursday, I still don’t know, but who am I to pass it up?), so my friend and I decided to hit up the Art Institute of Chicago… and had a Ferris Bueller-ish adventure.
There’s something about visiting a museum–art or otherwise–that’s intriguing. Not only is there that undeniable “old” smell, but it’s astonishing to see how long pieces from hundreds of years ago have survived until now, and how societies were able to design and engineer furniture and architecture that have stood, unwavering.
Not only that, but the beautiful images they painted are breathless. Every stroke, every shade in color, the texture of the paint: How did they think to create what we see before us? I’m not an art history major, and I had only taken two art classes in high school, however the admiration still stands.
I tried pulling a Cameron Fry to Georges Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grade Jatte,” but this room of the museum was too crowded to try to take a picture of me pulling the pose. Instead, I snapped a picture as quickly as I could in a way that excluded most people… dang tourists. (Just kidding.)
The perfect time to paint a picture though is when your subject is reading, right?
More from the Art Institute:
Let’s not forget to rub Honest Abe’s nose for good luck!
The Ferris Bueller day ended after two hours of walking around the Art Institute, grabbing a late lunch, and heading back to the train station. Sadly, no Ferrari borrowing, Cubs game, fancy French food, German Parade or Sausage King of Chicago impersonation. Maybe next time.