Museum of Art

Cory and I found ourselves with a Saturday afternoon free...at the same time...for once in our lives.  We decided to go to the Museum of Art.  They have a new exhibit called "We Could Be Heroes".  Supposedly it is a representation of heroes, villains, monsters, and mythical creatures in history and American culture.  We took lots of pictures, so if you read this you basically don't have to go to the exhibit.  Outside the entrance they have the Loch Ness monster coming up out of the snow.  I could tell this was going to be good. 

Here is Cory in the Hall of Heroes.  It was a small room dedicated to explaining what we would be seeing in the exhibit.  There was this glass case full of action figures and dolls of various heroes and monsters.  I would classify Cory as a hero in this picture.

There was also a giant mural on the wall that I guess had mythical weapons and armor depicted on it.  I don't quite remember any of them. I think one was the sword of Laban.  Needless to say though, it was a large wall. 

Here I am with baseball's version of the Silver Surfer.  In the background you can see a huge inflatable blue Alice in Wonderland.  We didn't really know what that was all about.

I had seen this painting before, but I always like it.  We noticed that Superman is the only male in the painting.  Granted though, we couldn't quite tell what gender the Flash is....the mask and all...

This was probably the weirdest/most interesting/most disturbing part of the exhibit.  IF A CHILD IS READING THIS DO NOT PROCEED FURTHER!!!  So clearly this is Captain America holding the disembodied head of Saddam Hussein.  I couldn't tell what the artist was trying to convey, because the description mainly talked about John the Baptist...  I guess I am not a deep enough thinker.

Cory really liked this piece.  It is St. Teresa with a kind of Medusa theme. There was a gun in her hair, paint tubes, flowers, and who knows what else.  

Here is Cory posing with Bigfoot.  He was actually very very realistic in person.  It was a little creepy getting up close to him.  I almost thought it was going to be a prank and he was going to start moving.  He didn't though.  I mean...it didn't though.  It's not real.

What better way is there to end this post?  I submit there is none.  Clearly James Bond and I have striking similarities, including, but not limited to, our uncanny ability to drive women crazy.  Well, at least one woman...hopefully.