"Painting the Modern Garden:Monet to Matisse", a special exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art. I like flowers, but impressionists? Eh. Yeah, I know, a lot of people love them. It's just one way I'm a unicorn, but hey, paid time for art? Yeah! (Okay, I'm salary and work too many hours so it's not like really getting paid, but still.)
I parked far away because I'm too cheap for the parking lot, and a nice looking man who's originally from India, now from Chicago, asked me if the museum is really free. It is too, but you've got to pay $18 for the impressionist exhibit. We had a lovely conversation while we hiked to the front entrance where he held the door for me and soon disappeared.
|More disgruntlement that they |
closed access to the pond
and Rodin's "The Thinker"
It wasn't always like this. My dad was a cop in the area, and sometimes took me with him to work and let me loose. He enlisted all the security guards and policemen as my babysitters even though I was blissfully unaware of this until I tested my boundaries one day and a cop showed up out of nowhere to say, "Miss Hensley, I don't think you're allowed over there." Oops.
|Some parts of the museum were left intact.|
This is the style I remember and love.
Somehow, I think we're all unicorns. We just have to embrace that about ourselves and hope nobody tries to saw off our horn. Or remodel our home against our will.
BTW, most people seem happy with the special exhibits and the remodeling. If you come to town you should go to the museum. I'll sulk quietly and smile at my memories of having the place to myself other than indulgent docents and archeologists.