I love to visit the Art Institute in Chicago. Nothing fills me with inspiration faster than an afternoon stroll around my favorite wings. You would think seeing all the displayed perfection from the Masters may be daunting to an artist, but on the contrary; I am empowered to go home and do my best in my own studio.
This month, along with the Van Goghs, I was strangely attracted to the fellow on-lookers of art. There is an invisible force about a collection of art. You don't have to be absorbed in one particular piece to feel it. No comment, gush, judgement or utterance is required. Just "to be" in the collection's presence is enough.
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