When we went to Boston Museum of Fine Arts we walked around for hours and only saw a third of what they had to offer. The Alex Katz and the French masters exhibits were my personal favorites, although I also found myself surprisingly drawn to the contemporary art room.
Clean lines, smooth flowing colors, bright, jarring ones too. My soul is stirred by beauty. It wakes up, stretches the bounds of my bones, muscles and sinews. It creeps to the edge of my stomach and pushes me closer to the beautiful, the inspiring, the evocative.