Museums and galleries of the artworld

Sometimes I get whiplash, going from Michelangelo to Alabama rugs. He brings those rugs to life, he's a good story teller. The museum is a hodgepodge of specifics and eras and geographical locations. In the city that is filled with people all over the world, there are artifacts from all over the world. If you like to travel but don't have the money, New York City is a good place to live. People from all over the world come to NYC and the museum is a small world of artifacts.  His definition of art is something more beautiful than it had a right to be. It's philosophically imprecise enough to work.  I didn't mind the personal digressions or the ins and outs of being a guard, he seems like a friendly guy, I think I would like him.  The big payoff at the end is he tells us his favorite which is Crucifixion by Fra Angelico ca. 1420–23 ( Met ). My uncle used to like an after dinner liquor named that. He's dead now, and we'd become estranged after he left my aunt, but...

I began my review of All The Beauty In The World by Bringley on Motley Kamuka , my grab-all blog. I contract and expand based on whim. The hard thing about finishing this book is that I look at a painting, and a few more, and then spin off into other things. To appreciate a painting, you have to follow free associations.  He writes a lot about the loss of his brother, he's processing the world through his little brother lense, even as his brother is gone. I don't feel like it's off topic because the appreciator is part of the appreciation. Everyone has loss. Is he proposing that great painting are a consolation?  His mother was fascinated by paintings, she studied art history, and they went to a museum when they were taking a break from grieving with the family. They end up staring at pictures for a while, to take them in. The mother ends up with this one: Bringley ends up quitting his job at the New Yorker to be a museum guard.  He write about the Egyptian wing. Got a f...