Then there was Georges Seurat. His technique of creating pictures out of pencil dots is fascinating, and my painterly sister will soon have in her mailbox a postcard I bought of this very artist's work. But the museum grounds turned out to be the real gem; sweeping views of 10-lane traffic, the hills, the breath-taking flowers and the shady nooks and dells with their artistic waterfalls. I spotted two little Brit kids who were disproportionately delighted upon sighting one such cascade, and started yelling, "wa-tter! wa-tter!" at the tops of their lungs, whereupon their very proper mother scolded gently, "now, no shout-ting!" It was comical.
If I visit the Getty again, I suspect that the pattern will be very much the same. A little bit of art, and a whole lot of lolling.