Last month, after driving from California to Washington, D.C., I spent a Sunday afternoon with friends Mike and Michael at the Smithsonian American Art Museum. It was wonderful, small little worlds of art and history right in front of us. I always get a little geeked out as I think of all of the artists who touched the pieces that are right in front of me. I thought of Andy Warhol’s fingerprints on his Marilyn Monroe painting. I wondered how far George Washington stood from his original portrait. And if Honest Abe touched the layers of paint on his own painting. Early this year, I felt the same way when I wandered through a Frida Kahlo exhibit in Mexico City. But the Smithsonian — it was massive and overwhelming and so much more than I expected.
These photos are from that afternoon. I hope you enjoy viewing them as much as I enjoyed seeing it all up close and personal.