gazing

I began today gazing outside the windows of my hotel.

I’m in Boston with my traveling best friend.

We are here to see the Suzzane Jackson: What is Love exhibit at The Museum of Fine Arts here in Boston.

Last July, NPR Nightly News had a piece on Jackson. My friend and I talked about flying to Boston to see the exhibit, and to attend a gathering in the evening to listen to her speak.

It was decided! We would have an arts lark. Just a couple of days to Boston and back.

This morning views from the hotel were awesome.

Today was museum day.

Museum of Fine Arts, Boston

Back on the wharf for lunch.

Ice cream for desert! Best ever!

Then back to the museum this evening for a talk by the artist, Suzzane Johnson.

The sold-out talk was enlightening and fascinating. She said she had begun making art at 3 years old, 80 years ago.

She told stories as a way of talking about her life and as a means to discuss her art. Her stories led the audience down many paths of creativity and life. Her life is so interesting, so well lived.

We lingered a bit, then left the museum, filled with her words and her presence. It was so worth it to fly to Boston to see and, be with Suzzane Jackson.

With a mandate of no photographs, I sought out an image online.