I’m um, not a museum person. Remember? Well, at least I wasn’t a museum person until I kinda was. It’s been a slow progression for me. I started liking museums when I realized how amazing photography and museums are together. And now I work in a museum and I think it’s safe to say I might actually be a full-fledged museum goer.
I’ve been making it a point to hit ALL THE MUSEUMS in my travels. In Nashville, most of the museums are the kind with wax sculptures of Elvis, which is just not… appealing to me. I was super delighted to find out that Nashville has a rather large art museum as well: Frist Center for the Visual Arts.
Nashville is actually totally responsible for turning me into a sculpture freak. Between Frist and Cheekwood Botanical Gardens, I was practically slobbering all over the sculptures in Tennessee. Sidenote: How come Tennessee has such beautiful sculpture and Denver’s sculpture options are slim and nowhere near as inspired? Step it up Denver. The best thing about Frist Center was hands down the architecture. It’s so cool when art museums are built to be equally as beautiful as the art that they hold. Frist is regal with clean lines, dark shadows and tall ceilings.
The exhibitions that I was able to see at Frist were okay. I think working around contemporary art has sort of conditioned me to stick my nose in the air when it comes to more traditional artworks. It was still so inspiring to walk around and get lost in art. It’s something I’m definitely learning to appreciate more.
I was not impressed with their photography rules though. I couldn’t take ANY photos in any of the exhibitions. GUH. C’mon, Frist. Give a blogger a bone.