I joined the museum so I can stop by for a brief visit whenever I'm in the neighborhood and not feel guilty. When I pay for my admission, I feel like I'm supposed to look at as much art as possible. But I prefer my art in short doses. After about forty-five minutes, my eyes start to glaze over and my brain screams, "No more! No more! Let's play the Wii!"
With my membership, I can dip into a gallery or two, look at a handful of paintings and then sit on a bench and people watch. Museums are one of the best place for people watching. If the weather's nice, I can amble around the lily pad garden before I go home.
Okay, okay. Technically, it's a sculpture garden, but we all know lily pads are way cooler than any sculpture. I thought I saw some tadpoles swimming in the water, so maybe there will be frogs at a future visit.
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| Figure, Jacques Lipchitz, 1926-1930 |
p.s. Isn't this sculpture amazing? The creature looks painfully shy and nervous, like he's trying to hide from the museum patrons. I want to be his friend. Maybe if I bring him some chocolate covered raisins, he'll calm down a little.
