En route to the Picasso show at The Walker around 8pm, I spied an older gentlemen crossing Hennepin Avenue wearing his primary colors loud and proud:
I am not sure where he was going dressed like that at that time of night and I am also not sure where one would buy bright blue cargo pants.
I thought maybe he was a clown only part way in costume.
Or maybe he was making a statement against blending and merging.
In any case, the big bright yellow bag really tied it all together.
PS: The exhibit made me feel a lot better about my inability to draw human hands!
PPS: I started another blog about Geography: http://belatedgeography.blogspot.com/, if you are interested.