Welcome to the first ever, Saturday Morning Post, not that I haven't posted every Saturday morning for years, but this year I am going to take a stab at a new daily theme. Saturdays will be sort of a random ramble of what is rattling around in my brain. We will see how this works. This photo was taken a year ago, at the National Portrait Gallery in Washington DC. An old friend of ours was in town for a couple of days, we met him here and went to lunch at a nearby restaurant.
Art galleries make great art available to everyone. I can't imagine anything sadder than the Mona Lisa hanging in the dining room of a private home in Florence, seen only by the family and those few who are lucky enough to be invited to dinner. I remember the first time a museum moved me to tears. I was in London in late may 1990. At the time I was living in Orlando, and I had not been to any major US cities, like New York, or Chicago, or LA, or San Francisco, or Washington DC where I might have seen more great art. I went to the National Gallery, I stood there staring, and had to sit down. I realized I was looking at an entire wall of paintings by "Old Masters," painters I had only ever seen one or two special works from, and there was a wall, probably 20 feet tall, and 50 feet long, packed one next to another with world famous paintings. All there, for anyone who walked in the door to see. Seeing one in a special exhibit, allows you to focus on that one special piece of art. Every city should have a real art museum. World class museums are worth going out of your way for, seeing a gallery full of masterworks changes you as a person, everyone needs that.
Has a museum ever moved you to tears?