Yesterday Ed took the day off of work and we went to the Art Museum to see the Dali exhibit (his birthday gift to me). We got a sitter, and caught the 10 am train into the city. We arrived in Suburban station, and then took the Phlash trolley to the museum-- very convenient, and cheap! We had 11:30 tickets to the exhibit but we had to wait in this huge line for about 20 minutes (it was moving pretty quickly). We got to listen to a cool audio tour through a headset, and it really added to the understanding of the exhibit. It took us 2 hours to walk through the whole thing, looking at almost every picture (we skipped a little at the end because we were ready for lunch). Dali was definitely a disturbed man, with many issues. It reminded me of a conversation I had with an ex-art student who said she left art school because the art world is a dark place. It was evident to see in Dali's work. I wonder what it is that makes artists depressed-- I always think of art, in a general sense, as uplifting, and ideally, pointing you towards the Creator. Obviously not all art is like that, but still, it's how I view it from a distance, as a whole. There was not much that was uplifting or light about Dali's exhibit. Even so, we really enjoyed our day, and we would love to go back and see more of the museum-- we loved the Asian palace and temple rooms.