On Friday, Geesepalace and I went to see the Giorgio Morandi exhibition at MAMBo, the Museum of Modern Art of Bologna. This was the same show (possibly bigger, with some different loans) that had been at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, but I was not able to get to New York to see it there. The show was terrific and it was a real pleasure to spend hours looking at the works - mostly paintings, and just a few etchings, watercolors, drawings. The installation was restrained, and on a Friday morning we had no competition looking at the works in the show. I was interested the curatorial choices that were made, such as the decision to downplay Morandi as a Metaphysical painter around 1918. I haven't read the catalogue yet, but will. I have had Morandi in my life for a long time. In 1981, I wrote the essay on Morandi's etchings for the exhibition catalogue for the Des Moines Art Center's exhibition of over 120 paintings, drawings, watercolors, and etchings, organized by Jim Demetrion. (The Met's publicity machine completely ignored our groundbreaking show, which was also at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art and at the Guggenheim Museum in New York). A few years later, I participated in a symposium in Bologna and published another essay on his prints. I bought a major Morandi etching for the Des Moines Art Center's collection too. I've spent a fair amount of time in Bologna over the years and enjoy walking around, with all the portico-lined streets. After MAMBo, we ate a disappointing lunch (what a waste of coming to Bologna! but our fault in choice of place), then walked to the Pinacoteca Nazionale and looked at 14th- to 17th-century paintings before returning to the train station to travel on further south. While waiting for our train to depart, I looked out the window and made this drawing.