The Menil Collection is famous for its Rene Magritte paintings.
However, they tend to loan them out a lot, and hang their Jasper Johns, Mark Rothkos, and Cy Twomblys.
Which I hate. Really hate.
“Where are the Magrittes?” i bellow. “Are they behind all of this ugly shit up on the walls? Who’s kid made this garbage?”
The museum staff doesn’t appreciate my criticism. They surround me, and attempt to drag me out.
Not without a fight.
Which I lose. Badly. I am covered head to toe in bruises.
Almost identical to one of those fucking ugly Mark Rothko paintings.