I know what I like.
Art museums in Barcelona, Spain.
After many days of sitting around the apartment doing nothing but watching downloaded movies and episodes of the Simpsons I was finally feeling better. Lo and behold the penicillin seemed to cure me of the “viral infection” I’d been suffering with for the let 6 weeks. My cough is even almost completely gone.
So after most of a week of nursing myself back to health I decided it was time to see sunlight again and check out some art museums.
I’ll be the first to admit that I know absolutely nothing about art. I’m one of those people who can just say “I know what I like.” And it just so happens that a lot of my favorite artists have roots in Barcelona, a fact that I didn’t even realize before coming here.
So I spent a morning at the Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya, where I saw lots of Catalan art through the ages.
And the Fundacio Joan Miró, dedicated to the artist who created a lot of mixed media pieces/weird shit.
And Museu Picasso de Barcelona, which showed a good timeline of Picasso’s work through the ages.