My daughters and I went to the Carnegie Museum of Art and the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh recently. There are a couple things I haven’t been able to get off my mind since.
(Before I get into that, though. I also learned that Carnegie is pronounced car-NAY-ghee, not CAR-nuh-ghee. It rhymes with ‘Hey, gee’, not ‘Peggy.’ And it hurts my brain to say it right. This must be what people feel like when they’re told it’s Nev-A-da, not Nev-ah-dah. But, I digress.)
There were two pieces of art at the Carnegie Museum of Art that struck me.
One is a large (maybe five feet square) canvas that’s painted white with a thin border of black around the edges that’s trimmed with an equally thin border of violet purple.