Micro Museum of Free Art
I went to the St. Louis Art Museum, and sat in an upstairs exhibit and watched people there. I decided I wanted to learn something, but instead I looked around and wrote a poem. This is what I came up with.
I love and appreciate these ancient parts of museums so much - center points for learning, collections of creations from people long gone - relics from the reliquary in a different time, another life. They symbolize what we'll all be, in the end - stories. Or, perhaps, small pieces of the collective human story. Either way, something lives beyond us and sometimes, strangers will do a slow waltz past the work you leave behind.
And sometimes, people find the pieces you leave behind in the bathroom at a coffee shop, and that's enough.
I think it's every artist's goal to be in a museum someday - to reach so many people, in real life, in real time is a dream.
For me, for now, hiding art around the city is a beautiful, exciting, and fun experience. Perhaps instead of freezing my art in time on the second level of the reliquary, I will turn people's homes into the Micro-Museums of Free Art Finds... Because every day should be filled with beautiful things, and everyone deserves to have them, even when they don't.
Find a way to be a part of that today. Share your heART!