36. Be With the Art
In the early 80’s I visited a friend in Boston and for two days this friend would deliver me to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts as they opened and pick me up at the end of the day, while the friend went to work.
I loved it—and made a discovery in those two days. I learned that I could go into a room of art, I could circle around and read what was written about each piece, and then I could sit on one of the benches that was in each room and I could be with the art. Sometimes I thought of other things. Sometimes I wrote a poem or a song. Sometimes I just was there. But always the art was there with me.
When I told others, they often said “But what did you do all day for two days?” I said, “I loved it—I ate in the diningroom. I dawdled in the gift shop. But mostly I sat with great art.”
