The art critic

We spent yesterday at the wonderfully confusing Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. We really needed a bag of bread crumbs to find our way back to the main entrance at the end of the day. We just kept wandering deeper and deeper into the museum until we had no idea where we were. (Maybe that's why they don't allow people to bring in food.) We finally turned our exhibit map upside down, and it seemed to make a lot more sense.

But, as we wandered and pondered, I began to photograph the people. They represented every age, size, ethnicity, and culture, but above all, they were there for the same reason, to thoroughly enjoy the experience. As I watched this lady, she passionately read every description of every painting in the room. I guess she reminded me of Norman Rockwell's, The Art Critic, that he painted for the April 16, 1955, cover of Saturday Evening Post. I just wonder if Van Gogh would have painted any differently had he known he was going to be under the critical eye of such a regal patron of the arts.