Go fuck yourself, 20s. Not that there weren't good moments, but on whole, the entire decade overpromised and underdelivered. BUT ITS THE ONLY GOOD PORTION OF YOUR LIFE said every piece of media ever. BETTER CRAM IN EVERY LIFE GOAL BEFORE YOU LOSE THE ABILITY TO FEEL JOY. BUT YOU GOTTA DO IT WITH UNDEREMPLOYMENT AND NO AFFORDABLE HOUSING AND YOU GOT TO BRING THAT POTENTIAL LIFE PARTNER BACK TO YOUR PARENTS HOUSE added the 2010s. Go fuck yourself. I'm not going to be sad waking up tomorrow and not feeling the weight of my 20s ticking away sucking the life out of me like that machine in The Princess Bride. And fuck hitting the wall, I went from looking an average 20 something, to a top notch 30 something at midnight. Who is winning now McBrayleigh or whatever your names are #itsmybirthday #30
So apparently this guy has been outside the Portrait Gallery for 20 years and I've never seen him. I was reading his placard, and the artist made him as a symbol of the enduring legacy of Hispanic-Americans in American culture. Apparently the image of the vaquero predated that of the cowboy, and although it's obviously a Spanish word, and many vaqueros were Mexican, any cowhand was called a vaquero regardless of race. Using the language predominate in the area to describe an occupation, what a novel concept. The vaquero sculpture is made out of fiberglass as a nod to lowrider culture and continuing influence. Anyway I don't know the first thing about sculpture, I just thought that was one hell of a way to tell a story.
#vaquero #luisjimenez #americanart #sculpture
