To be honest, the striking impression I got from the museum had little to do with the artwork inside. Rather, it involved the ambiance. Before I visited SAAM, I had this image in my head that it was very similar to or pretty much the same as the Seattle Art Museum...I imagined the bustling streets with hoards of people streaming past the large modern-looking windows, as the peace of one's walk through the museum's exhibits would be occasionally interrupted by the honking sounds of cars outside.
But as my friend and I approached the wide sweeping green of grass outside SAAM filled with freshly-bloomed tulips and the light scatter of sculptures gleaming in the afternoon sunlight, I felt the drastic difference between the two Seattle museums. Instead of being a museum almost completely lost and ignored in the crowded streets of Downtown Seattle, SAAM was in a quiet, park-like location; it was as if the museum was stating that it came out of nature just as much as what was surrounding it (the tulips, the sunlight...)--As if the art that it carried with it was the most natural thing in the world, as something to be greatly appreciated as much as when you watch the Sun rise on a memorable summer morning, taking in all the smells and sounds of the season you don't want to fleet from you.
As you can probably tell, I love art museums. And although I unfortunately go not as often as I'd like, it's nice sometimes just to think about how one feels while walking inside, to get a taste of the atmosphere I found during my first time at the SAAM.
Happy Monday, and enjoy everything that comes to you (or that you go to...by bus perhaps...:) )!