This is the thirteenth in a series of personal observations about how people experience and explore museums. Take a look at Howard's other blog posts about seeing things.
This little guy, this little fellow here, and about a gazillion of his friends wreaked havoc on our fair city yesterday; Washington, D.C., was up to its monuments in snow.
Each snowflake is beautiful, no doubt. And no two are alike, or so we're taught in school. That's an amazing feat. Robert Budd's seriograph—a print made by the silkscreen process—could be the new emblem of the city, at least in this season of the polar vortex, and our regularly scheduled snow storms. The print gives the humble snowflake both dignity and mystery. It helps us to see the patterns of the snowflake yet it also feels symbolic, somehow connecting us to something deeper.
Plus, seeing one is a good thing. Having a whole mess of them is just...well, a mess. The museum is back open today. Today's score is artworks "one," snowflakes "zero." Enjoy!
