I went to the broad in the morning. People were lining up. The broad was opened by Eli broad. His collections of artworks often shocked the viewers as a type of everyday nightmare. I saw Jeff koon’s michael Jackson and his pet monkey. It took some time to analyze how these two subjects were united in racism. But in the end it was worthwhile. The monkey and the singer all looked father flat and white. It was easy to digest sharing some sort of vulgar taste for strange art or object. Then I saw other works appropriating books, plastic wrappings, caps and large scale sculpture chair. They were playful objects filled with a distinguished joy sounding deep inside the museum’s owner, Eli board. I walked around finding out angles having given them an ageless look that’s classic. Etc.