Antoni Tàpies was a younger contemporary of Catalan artists like Miró and Dalí. I like to imagine him tagging along like a little brother, although he's actually a pretty big deal in the Catalan art world. Anyway, the plan today was to go to the Picasso Museum but for some reason (probably the 65,000 people the Mobil World Congress brought to town) the line was about 400 people long. My friend likes weird modern art so we went instead to the Antoni Tàpies foundation, where the art is very modern and very weird. Some of Tàpies' stuff has nice colors or interesting textures and would look nice on the wall of the kind of apartment I might like to live in someday. And, some of his stuff looks unfortunately like things you can find in the apartment where I currently live, like dirty laundry piled up on a chair.
Anyway, Tàpies died recently, at the ripe old age of 88. In fact, he died on the day I went to the Barcelona soccer game. I know that because they had a moment of silence for him before the game. Well, they tried to have a moment of silence; people were mostly not silent. It doesn't really help, but when the students won't shut up I remind myself that people here don't shut up for Antoni Tàpies, either.
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