Another visit to the Hirshhorn, another series of re-appropriated art.

Photographing Sara in front of a projection. Our eyes didn’t see what the camera did - the rapidfire flashes of color that made up the muted skintone of the film.

One room featured a blue glow, giving the space an indiscernable depth. There were footprints leading back, relieving us of guilt for our awkward steps into the piece.

I love neon signs. I will continue to place a neon “AWESOME” at the top of my Christmas list until one finally adorns my wall.

This guy was not a part of the gallery, although he did set up his home nearby. Perhaps a mere appreciator of the arts, we do know that our rodent friend was upset at our presence as he tried to find his evening meal among the crumbled remnants of tourists’ lunches.