On Saturday we went to the Nelson Atkins museum in Kansas City to see a collection of art from the World's Fairs from 1851-1939.
We saw some cool stuff. Porcelain pottery so thin you could see through it. A 3 panel wooden framed screen with ocean waves done in silk embroidery that caught the light and created an unbelievable feel of motion.
Amazing bookcases and desks and chairs that were so beautiful I just wanted to run my hands over them. But ... there is a strict "no touching" policy at most art museums in the United States. Don't get me wrong. I understand the need for such a policy.
But that doesn't mean I have to like it. I don't think it's because I am a natural rebel. I truly believe it's because I experience things fully only if I can touch them. It also explains why I feel so much more comfortable out on the lawn with the shuttlecocks.
Just to be clear though. I was NOT escorted out of the Nelson. I was very good for 90 minutes until my hands could no longer behave themselves and then I went outside. Voluntarily.