I went to see the French Masterworks (from the State Pushkin Museum, Moscow) and the Modigliani exhibit at LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art) yesterday. Modigliani mostly painted portraits of his peers, servants and lovers. One such peer was described as being, "a mediocre cubist."

How sad is this? My friend and I agreed that being called mediocre was the kiss of death. I want for people to either love my writing or hate it. If you don't have a feeling either way, don't read me. Yes, you heard me correctly. Don't waste your time reading my writing if it doesn't do anything for you.

Looking at good art always inspires me. Experiencing good art is like having a good orgasm. Experiencing originals by artists: Monet, Matisse, Rousseau, Renoir, Degas, Picasso and Chagal left me awestruck. There aren't many things in life that can do that. The depth of feeling and joy I experienced cannot be described. Perhaps it is equivalent to love at first sight, though I've never experienced this.

Modigliani's work rocked my world. I love when artists have distinct periods. Modigliani often colored eyes in with one color instead of drawing them in detail. I noticed that the really beautiful women he almost always drew in detail. Aha.

On the last note, I don’t understand why people wear shorts and T-shirts to museums. I guess I am really old school or something. I think people should appear put together when viewing art. I don’t like seeing the slobby tourists. I know they’re mostly American, but that doesn’t forgive it. Relax. Don’t start calling me anti-American or anything. And, people should turn off their phones in museums and not bring babies. I’m sure there are more things I can think of later.