As much as I love the exhibits at the Berkeley Art Museum, I am also fond of the galleries on down time. The excitement before a show, the relief after—whatever it is—I like that, too. What really impresses me is how tidy it looks: even the dust is arranged well. I almost wonder where the labels are.
The young woman at the desk apologizes, even after I show her my membership card. "Only three galleries are open today: galleries 2,3, and 6." Really, that's great!


The young woman at the desk apologizes, even after I show her my membership card. "Only three galleries are open today: galleries 2,3, and 6." Really, that's great!


Wall text is nice as a ghostly palimpsest.
Packing up the Barry McGee exhibit.
Then…
And now…
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