I ask Jane to check out Van Gogh’s "The Olive Trees," and she does. I am looking at it on-line, caught on the cloud, as she is engrossed in the painting, the river, trees, brush strokes, dimension, and color. I send her an e-card of the painting to welcome her home. I’m talking to Jane in New York, and Steve calls from New York. His plane has set down, and off, he soon will go, and tomorrow Jane will come home. The world is small.
Our museums in the Bay area open at 9:30. The MOMA in New York doesn’t open until 10:30. Thus, there are long lines to enter. The new Tate in London has long hours, viewing itself as a gathering spot. If we want to integrate art more fully into our lives, as we should, since it heals, then, museums need to be accessible. I vote for longer hours. Jane and I are going to try and write about MOMA today. We’ll see what comes.