A Richard Serra in its natural habitat. Though massive and slow moving, this particular Richard Serra is shy, making the photograph a rare one.
Every summer, people head to Lake Stone Glen near PotomacmotherfuckingMD. There are so many things to do at the lake. Lots of people snorkel, hoping to catch a glimpse of the beautiful Richard Serras that live in the lake.
On Saturdays, people have swimming relay races. Each team has lots of Abstract Expressionist members. Swimmers carry minor works by major artists that are passed from one team member to the next. The winning team is awarded a small room of De Koonings and a Robert Ryman and a Agnes Martin, hanging opposite each other. Lots of people [JANET'S NOTE: NOT LOTS OF PEOPLE, TWO OTHERS TO BE EXACT] come to watch the faces. They cheer on teams by shouting, "Make your collection more accessible to the public!"
After the races, people paddle their Robert Rauschenberg around the lake. Then everyone comes back to shore for a picnic of Jackson Pollock sandwiches and Ellsworth Kelly sundaes. Someone usually plays the Christopher Wool while people eat.
People are sad when the summer ends. But everyone looks forward to the next summer at Lake Stone Glen when they can snorkel above the awesome Calders, swim for prizes of Matisses and Frank Stellas, and paddle their Jasper Johns.
Another photograph of the rare Richard Serra, this time from its interior.
