Dreaming of Art
One recent morning I woke up dreaming of art. Of my upcoming visit to the Frick Museum in Manhattan. Of recent exhibitions at the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco. Of a whole world of art and discovery to enjoy. Visits to museums have always been a part of my life. I have had the good fortune to visit some of the best in the world, including those close to home. But the benefits of both age and more leisure time has given me a more profound appreciation for what I am seeing. When San Francisco…