This morning I finally made it to the Phillips Collection for the Georges Braque show.  It is big... and given its size -- for me -- repetitive.  It is nonetheless wonderfully curated.  I learned a great deal regarding context, artistic technique, and various influences.  But Braque's persistent attention to still life interiors contains my enthusiasm.

While I was in the building I took the opportunity to stand alone in the Rothko Room.  For me these pieces and space are much more sacred than the chapel in Houston.