On a wet and chilly spring afternoon - the day when the clock went forward - I bade farewell to the Nelson Atikins Museum of Art. The vast expanse of lawn fronting the museum was devoid of people, save for a replica of Rodin's Thinker and the museum's symbol The Shuttlecock.
Inside, the Bloch building was as light and airy as the first time I set foot in it. Only a sprinkling of people were around, which made viewing the collection almost a private affair. What pure joy on a Sunday afternoon. My two favourite pieces this time come from the Bloch building, rather than from the old masters housed in the Nelson Atkins building. The first is oil on canvas, and the second is a photorealism painting. Both were exquisite.
