“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” Claude Monet
Some of my most favorite trips involved visiting art museums with my mom. My parents instilled in my siblings and I at a young age the importance of all art forms. All four of us partook in the art of music, but some of us had more talent than others. A few of us, myself not included, were gifted in the art of theatre. But for me, traditional art was my love. There were the numerous art classes, the coffee table art books, and the ever growing collection of art supplies. On almost every family vacation, there would be the customary visit to the local art museum or a special exhibit. I remember in middle school taking the day off of school to fly to Washington DC with my mom for a special exhibit of Alexander Calder. Then, that moment every little artist dreams of, a trip to France and getting to walk through Giverny. Sigh. It’s hard to top that.
While the Grand Rapids Art Museum isn’t grande or world famous, it represents the value of art to Grand Rapids and the importance art plays in our local community.
Jessica COAT: Old Navy (similar here and here) | CARDIGAN: Target | SKIRT: Boutique in Holland (similar here or here) | PURSE: Aldo for JC Penney | SCARF: Target (similar here) | SHOES: Kohl’s (similar here) | TIGHTS: Bloomingdales
PS: I apologize if this post lacks warmth and personality. After I finished writing it, it mysteriously disappeared and I have been mourning the loss ever since. While I tried to find the energy to rewrite it word for word, I found that my heart just wasn’t in it.