At the Cloisters Museum, a sign in one of what I will lovingly call the Tomb Rooms explains that "while art engages the senses," patrons should not touch it, because their hand oils destroy stuff. Got it. I grew up touring museums, so that' s been drummed into my head since I was about 2. But that part about how "art engages the senses" intrigued me. Kevin recently mentioned that he once smelled a Picasso painting, just because he could. And while I obviously draw the line at tasting art, who's to say I can't engage the senses that won't destroy stuff? So today while we were at the Cloisters with some friends who were scouting the area as a possible wedding location, I smelled art. Art at the Cloisters is more along the lines of religious statues, impressive columns and the aforementioned tombs, so the overall verdict is "musty," with a hint of "stoney" and "old" thrown in. I at one point did catch a guard eying me judgmentally, butwhy? I SAID I drew the line at licking stuff!
Capital sculpture from Saint Michele de Cuxa, 1190.
Smells like chicken.