Galleries and museums are so often soulless places, too cold and efficient for anyone to fall in love with a work of art. I prefer to find art in the world, where it becomes part of your life…
In the Bellagio lobby, the ceiling has a huge glass sculpture looming in a pleasantly ominous way above.
In Urban School, art is all over the place– every wall and inch of free space holds a work of art.
My friend tracy hangs her art in bars and coffeeshops, where regulars form relationships with the paintings
Of course in Europe churches as well as museums hold masterpieces… and they have more seating.
and every plaza is an opportunity to spend time petting the art. Which I know is some kind of sin, yet I can’t help wanting it.