I usually read for pleasure, but I'll have to put aside my fiction books for awhile and finally finish the job books that I bought at the start of the year. One is this year's edition of "What Color is Your Parachute?" I bought last year's edition too, but never finished it. Pathetic. I won't let that happen again this year. The goal is a new job before summer's end.
I managed to get to Boston's Museum of Fine Arts this past Sunday. No real reason other than I hadn't been there in a few years. You definitely need a whole day to see everything, and I managed to do pretty well. I still wish that it had later hours on Saturdays. It was a rainy day, so many other people had the same idea, but thankfully not as many there as when they have their free admission days.
I found myself drawn to the Indian and Egyptian art at first. I hope to see some of both in their actual countries of origin some day. My Kali artwork research continues.
Not being much of a painter (yet?) I found much to be impressed by in the older works on display. I seem to prefer realism to more abstract works, although I appreciated the Picassos more than I did when I was younger. Primarily because he was such a trail-blazer. I still wonder if anything new is really possible, art-wise.