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The following was written after my first visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City in August 2007, which was about 6 months after my European jaunt and visits to the Tate in London, the great museums of Italy (Vatican, Accademia, Palazzo Medici, Guggenheim), and to the Louvre and d'Orsay in Paris.
Wow. How's that for waxing poetic?
What I like about museums is not necessarily the art in them, but rather the air and the qualities of light and shadow - the mustiness or clarity of the air, the sense of coming into light under skylights and spotlights.Not so much museums, but chapels, monuments built not to people but to light and stone - light and movement and the hum of voices that blend for a silence that soothes and asks to be given reign.
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