At least, in theory, it seems to me, we go to art museums to escape for a brief while to another world. A place of beauty, of creativity, A place to stretch the imagination, to be inspired. A place to get away from it all, if just for a while.
Is this really true? I’m not so sure. It seems we Americans, instead of connecting with new experiences or to allow some inner feeling to flicker, if just briefly, we are compelled to stay connected with the minutia of our lives via our phones and tablets. We really can’t get away from it all. We seem addicted.
I read recently that a significant number of Americans actually go to bed holding their phones. Security blanket? Pacifier?
And then there is me at the art museum taking pictures of distracted art museum goers.