I was NOT escorted out of the Nelson

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. 

Comments

[Chrissy]

We love people to handle the pots in our showroom. You would be very welcome to do that, Carol.

Is that a Henry Moore sculpture in the last picture?

[Joan Clarke]

Do you recall what was the sculpture from the San Diego Worlds Fair or the St. Louis ? I'd want to touch everything too...I'm totally tactile. I "pet" my yarn, fabric, love to touch glass objects, anything slick and cool. Aside from being escorted out, how was the show?

[Rhonda]

You see what you need to do is have someone else make a distraction then when the guard is looking away, touch to your heart's content... not saying I HAVE done that (hrm yet) but... just an idea... (who me, sneaky? I think not... right).

[Judy H.]

Love the Nelson! Yes, it's hard to keep hands to self when exploring art. :)

[Carol]

There is indeed a very nice Henry Moore sculpture garden at the Nelson. I really was NOT escorted out. Someone in our party was admonished (don't worry Dan I won't tell anyone it was you) but it wasn't me.

[SusanS]

I totally get it. I often tell my husband, "here, hold my purse so I can look with both hands"

[jeanette, mistress of longears]

I never doubted you for a minute!