I fell in love tonight with a naked man in a museum.
With my 14 year old son standing by. I was not embarassed by my behavior.
I love Friday nights at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art because there are never crowds of people and it always has a hint of a festive mood – that “end of the week” buzz. The guards are a wee bit chipper and make more than eye contact. The rooms hum with the feeling that, although the weekend will be busy, this is the real calm before the storm. This is when the “real” stuff happens. This is when the art sings to you in a quiet room and sinks in a little deeper.
That’s exactly what happened between me and “Man Falling” by Auguste Rodin. He sang to me and I fell in love.
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