I was raised to be a museum geek. When I was child, my mom would take us to the Philadelphia Museum of Art almost every Saturday afternoon and said it was our playground- Sol Le Witt's On A Blue Ceiling was our sky, Cy Twombly's Fifty Days at Iliam our playfround, and Peter Paul Ruben's Prometheus Bound our babysitter. She'd let me cut school for a morning at the Barnes (original location), and my parents would rev us up with weekends in Washington DC, (my sisters and me fighting over what order to visit all of the Smithsonians) and New York (name a museum, we were there). If anything, we wanted to live in museums like Claudia Kincaid, so my latest obsession makes sense:
Mornings in a museum all to myself. Or better yet, organized visits to La Galleria Nazionale with you during hours that are normally closed to the public. You read correctly: closed galleria, all yours, but you have to let us know-- aka the next evolution of all these Emptys in Rome and Milan Darius and I have been hosting. All you have to do is send a message via Instagram direct message to @LaGalleriaNazionale.
12 December 2016