For the last few days my brain has been spinning. Do. Don't. Good idea, bad idea. This. That. Finally, this afternoon, I said, "Enough," and rose from my desk. I escaped to the Nelson. I had not visited the Chinese Galleries since they reopened. Honestly, I don't know them that well as I tend to circle my favorites again and again. But, I started on the first floor. I wanted to go back to see the miniatures, which reside at the end of this very severe hall.
To my delight a small collection of Josef Albers's pieces awaited me, cheerful with their surprise.
We promised to meet again soon.
I had been a few weeks ago with my middle son and we fortuitously skipped into sculpture. Reviewing today's visit it seemed to be mostly about squares.
So intent had I been on the exhibits in the past, that I had never before noticed the beauty of this gallery. One of the few rooms without a bench, I wanted to sit on the floor to enjoy it. I did not. I am too conventional.
But I did walk away reassured that sometimes the best things come without planning.
I did not have my camera and took these with my phone. I was pretty darned pleased.