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They all come alive at midnight!

Last night Andrew and I ventured out of our comfortable little borough to attend "First Saturdays" at the Brooklyn Museum of Art. It's the one night a month when admission is free and the museum brings in musicians and other events. The photo at right is the sight as you're walking up the steps of the Brooklyn Museum subway stop.

We saw Egyptian art, Islamic art, Oriental art, etc. etc. But I'd say the two best parts were the Annie Leibowitz exhibition, dozens and dozens of her photographs from the past 15 years, and the Ron Mueck sculptures. These were larger (and smaller) than life pieces that looked more like real human beings than any sculpture I'd ever seen. When we entered the museum, we turned a corner and were confronted by a humongous baby girl lying on a platform with the umbilical cord still attached. She had strands of wispy hair, creases in her neck, her little (big?) toes were clenched. Upstairs was the full exhibit. A thin, naked man with scraggly brown hair holding onto a chair with a frightened look on his face. A woman lying in a bed with a pensive stare and her knees pulled up to her chest. A fat, bald, naked man sitting and staring angrily at the crowds gathered around him. A couple spooning. We almost expected fat man to blink back at us or the woman to wipe her hair from her eyes. As one onlooker said, "They all come alive at midnight!" See a great slideshow of Mueck's work here.

posted by Tina @ 1:54 PM