Finishing the Hat

So I'm currently at the Grand Rapids Art Museum, and it's a really nice little museum with a lot of contemporary pieces and a little collection of paintings, mostly either American or French, on the top floor. It's very clean and open and airy with very crisp lines and a nice view of Rosa Parks (no, not the person, that's the name of the park haha).

Being one of the view people actually in the museum walking around, I realized how kind of creepy a museum can be, especially when you walk into a room that is mostly empty except for two large pieces of modern art.Something about the space, or the quiet, maybe, allows a lot of space for thinking, I think at least, and maybe that's why it feels creepy. That you are one of the only things filling the void that is the room, and you try to fill it with thoughts. I don't know, there must be a reason for all the space right?

Before the museum I had lunch with Taylor and Andrew at a place called Peppita's, which was decent. My panini was good, but they also had a buffet you could get, and the pizza looked very similar to TNT pizza in Sullivan, so I didn't go for it haha.

I've always known this about myself, but for some reason, I ALWAYS get stopped on the street and asked about directions. It happens wherever I go. I don't know if it's because I don't look threatening, or I look like I know where I'm going, or I look like I'm from the area, but so far it's happened in Moline, several times in Kansas City, and just a couple hours ago on my way to the museum here. It's very odd and I really can't explain it. Maybe people are just drawn to me...

Here are some pictures of Grand Rapids and some of the museum:

The arean

I thought this church was cool

All those dark marks on the white plank is a really tiny picture drawn with pencil

This is one area of it zoomed in