Editor’s note: For those who might be new to this blog, and/or just forgot, “Steve” refers to a stroke that I had two years ago.

Often when I go to art museums, I get confused. I mean, what is this?

Fortunately, there are more works that aren’t an affront to my sensibilities.

Meh, art is subjective.

It’s difficult to explain the effect of this one, unless you are there; but I guess that goes without saying.

I enjoyed dissecting the images in the tiles.

On the opposite page was this:

As a teacher, I often stamp my students work. (I forgot to photograph the information too 🤷‍♂️.)

Apparently, I neglected to photograph the title and description of this one so I’ll just call it “Annie in the Crocker”.

The next few photos or influenced by my anthropology class, and the Ethnic Studies course development. Specifically I my Anthro students read “Fresh Fruit, Broken Bodies” an ethnography about the migrant labor industry.

As an Geoanthrohistotian I ponder a lot about places in my position and it. This piece embodies all of this.

Toward the end of my tour, I saw a wall of African artifacts. As a perused the wall, my first thought was, “Ha! This statue looks like Ickus!” (Ickus of “Ahhh! Real Monsters!” fame.”)

Then I thought about how the object became to be housed here so I could chuckle about Ickus. Seriously though who made it? Where? Why? When?

Should it be here?

Who “owns” it now?

Who should?

These questions, and others like them, are percolating as the demographics of our country continue to change and SCOTUS flaunts precedent.