This is from the gift shop at the Museum of Modern Art, New York City, 2015.
I planned this post some time ago. I wondered, in light of the heartless murder of 49 people in Florida, whether I should write something else, or put off saying anything at all.
I’ve kept it because there’s something loving and simple about this art. It seems apt right now. It makes me feel peaceful. I hope it does the same for you.
