In an effort to keep myself sane as I work through grad school, I’ve been looking for ways to entertain myself and get to know the city that I (kind of sort of) work in. While waiting for my metro one day, I spotted this ad for DC Restaurant Week.
So I figured I’d make it a 2 for 1 deal and go to DC to check out the exhibit before it left, and get a bite to eat at the same time. I brought along Alesha to make it happen.
To get to Sackler, we did a bit of ice climbing through the snow and mud, and into the garden.
Then we went to Sackler. The museum didn’t allow photos, but I can procure my favorite pieces from the exhibit. Sotatsu’s style went through numerous changes, from collaborative poetry pieces,
and my personal favorite, a fat tiger and a dragon glaring at each other.
Another one of the standout pieces wasn’t his own, but his own work referenced in a new work; his stuff was ‘sampled’ essentially.
Now that’s what you call a legacy. This screen, like many of the screens in this post, is much longer. Alesha and I started on the right of it, captured by the cats that are frollicking throughout the painting, then we were stuck on the nearby window, and then realized we were staring at Waves at Matsushima again, this time in someone else’s painting. Cool.
We then took our stab at drawing our own Sotatsu certified fans.
I added my own touch to this screen to commemorate the day. I did my own interpretation of Waves, Alesha added a poem.
Alesha and I then spent the day souvenir hopping throughout other museums. I regret not buying more dancing bells (can you really have enough?) and more jewelry, and I am still considering going back to certain spots and picking up some stuff.
And then we went to Cuba Libre.Out of all the restuarants participating in Restaurant Week, I chose Cuba Libre because they had a really long drink menu, and a pork option that sounded awesome.
The lighting in Cuba Libre is very dim,
the music is very loud, and the room is very…loud as well. I got the distinct Las Vegas casino vibes from it. That very familiar packaging of cultural pieces and putting them together like Legos somewhere else.
In the end, my lookover of the drink menu was a moot point. I ate too much, immediately realized I could only handle one drink, regretted all the bread I ate, took back that regret and relished in the bread I ate. So on and so forth. Alesha and I walked off the food on the way back home, and I began plotting out my return back to eat more.
Join me soon for our return to MAGfest!