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My family and I had brunch today at the Museum of Modern Art in Ft. Worth. I forgot that one should always assume brunch will be a posh affair, so I arrived thoroughly under dressed. It was really quite beautiful though. That square pond in the photo extends around most of the museum. The water’s only a couple inches deep and you can see perfectly all the thousands of smooth grey stones that lie just under the surface. 

The cafe sits off to the right of the main exhibits. A third of the tables sit inside the far right corner of the whole building. The second third of the tables are squeezed and jumbled together on a rounded oblong platform shielded by sectioned windows that juts out from the typically rectangular structure into the pond. And the last third of the tables are stationed in an outside patio area. I’m sure during the fall and winter those tables would be a lovely place to lazily enjoy the view of the reflecting pool or the vegetable garden. As it were, this is Texas in the summertime. The only reason anyone willingly goes outside right now is to shuffle from one air conditioned building to the next or else to seek shelter in an equally air conditioned car. 

Despite feeling out of place among chalk-faced elderly couples and wealthy Dallas types, I had a nice time. I always find that people wanna swaddle art in elitism. So there’s something quite lovely in a museum being an art piece all it’s own. Free to the public. Come outside and sit under the trees and on the grass. No need to face the glares of those who think themselves “above” you because they’re wearing designer labels and you’ve got a Doctor Who shirt on.