One of the benefits of getting one’s home in order is enjoying one’s possessions. Bonus! For me, this is experienced in an area I like to call the Tea Room. There, on a table that’s been part of our lives for over a quarter of a century, is a book: The Art Museum Book by Phaidon.
It’s a gi-normous specimen, measuring 13 x 17 inches when closed. It weighs about a metric ton, too. (I’m exaggerating, y’all, but it is heavy.) And the art within its pages is spectacular.
I love that I can look up pieces I’ve seen as well as those I’ve not. I can admire works in various mediums and locations around the globe. And I get to learn a little as I study. I’ve taken to leaving the book open to a particular page for a while, until I feel somewhat familiar with the presented art. Then I find a new page and leave the book open to it. It’s fun and it’s so much bigger than my experience or my life.
This book was a gift from Mister and it keeps on giving. Now that the Tea Room is inviting and cozy, I find myself enjoying this book more often than ever. Living with art is precious to me. The Art Museum Book by Phaidon now contributes daily to my life. I am truly blessed.