Bless Meijer Free First Thursday at the Milwaukee Art Museum.
Alternately titled, A Letter to a Younger Me.
Amid an especially stressful two weeks, I got to see some cats.
For almost the first time in my life, I feel I am beginning to embrace art and to embrace my identity as an artist.
Coffee tones + quiet warmth on a cold evening.
An empty church. Soft, moody, snowy light. Stained glass.
Boredom coupled with some good light demanded that we create.
From a reflection I wrote for my History of Modern Art class…
As we walked through campus, my friend said to me, “Do you ever have those people you notice from afar, whom you admire despite never having spoken to them? Statistically speaking, you must be the object of someone’s admiration like that. What about you do you think they admire?”
I was thinking about God as I sat in the back of the car on Saturday.
I don’t remember exactly what I thought, but here’s a little…