Wanted to visit this museum for years. I'm not sure it was because of the potentially great art or the fact that I have a long interest in the mentally ill who either intentionally or unintentionally create great works of art. Either way I was duly satisfied. It was amazing and scary; provocative and banal; edgy and nostalgic; cheap and lovely; sweet and troubling; and in the end, the gift shop was only remotely a reflection of the interior, but more of a inside version of a street vendor. Was that intentional? Not sure.... I am glad I went although I left feeling a little sad. Not 'sad' for the artists so much, although some of their life circumstances certainly deserve pity/sympathy and, if not for them, for those that love/loved them. I'm still not sure why, but I'm okay with having unexplained emotions toward artistic experiences. I think that is what happens. It reaches deep inside you and before you know it, you're having a feeling that you don't understand, or know the origin of or are even very comfortable with. That's art for you....old, new, modern, classic, visual, musical, outsider, "untrained". Anyway, it's an art museum, and if you like art....go see it!
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