Tuesday, May 25
Yesterday we went to see The Glass House.
it's kind of unbelievable as a residence. Philip Johnson was really eccentric, huh?
The tour guide told us a story about how Mr. Johnson would lay in bed and look out the windows. When it was snowing, he felt like he was moving up. I would love to experience that.
The entrance to the bunker-style painting gallery
The sculpture gallery
The gate house named "Da Monsta" which, i think kind of ruined it for me. This was built almost 50 years after the Glass House.
It was a beautiful day for a walk around a collection of art/architecture, but I felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that I had imagined what this place would be like, and i had imagined something different. Or maybe it just felt weird walking around someone else's house, that only passed away a few years ago.