the underworld.
Aug. 10th, 2011 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
duccioWe left the Picasso show at the DeYoung and saw crumbling stairs leading down to a grandiose but dilapidated archway.
Stubby, scruffy columns supported the arch, beyond which was a cool, quiet, but echoey darkness.
I could hear faint singing, and other indistinct voices in the semi-darkness. The floor of the cave was covered in fantastical artwork which was almost worn away, but messages were left on the walls regarding some of the rules while visiting the subterranean world...
They were not onerous rules, and in fact, were rather nice welcoming ones.
I thought Picasso probably would have liked this place (Saundra too); maybe he was even in there for a moment because I thought about him. (I should remember to bring a small box of colored chalks around with me. Thanks, Pablo.)
Stubby, scruffy columns supported the arch, beyond which was a cool, quiet, but echoey darkness.
I could hear faint singing, and other indistinct voices in the semi-darkness. The floor of the cave was covered in fantastical artwork which was almost worn away, but messages were left on the walls regarding some of the rules while visiting the subterranean world...
They were not onerous rules, and in fact, were rather nice welcoming ones.
I thought Picasso probably would have liked this place (Saundra too); maybe he was even in there for a moment because I thought about him. (I should remember to bring a small box of colored chalks around with me. Thanks, Pablo.)