That’s Jonno, being a shutterbug at the High Museum as Kara Walker looms in the background. Not pictured: Tyler and Jay, because I totally forgot to call them. Richard = idiot.
Perhaps that’s all for the best, though, since neither Jonno nor I were especially high on the High (although I’m envious of its URL). Here are some words I would use to describe it: white, gargantuan, cold, unfriendly, unintuitive, choppy. Also: needlessly spread out and oddly curated. The nail in the coffin? A jumble of cultural artifacts from Burkina Faso hidden amongst the museum’s collection of 19th century European fine art. Just plain weird.
On the other hand, while in Columbus my mom took me to the aptly named Columbus Museum, which featured a beautiful, concise collection, including two huge paintings by Bo Bartlett and a good bit of historic paraphernalia. And unlike the High’s $18 admission charge, the Columbus Museum was absolutely free. It was like, you know, a study in contrasts. Or something.
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