I’ve always felt somewhat guilty about my travels to view art, that they were nothing more than a selfish endeavor, especially in a time when people are almost afraid to admit something is beautiful, let alone journey to see it. But I think these writers would say that the act of perusal was just as important as the art, that now they can’t separate the art from their quest.
The dream of visiting Harper Lee’s world leads to reconnecting with a grandmother.
Lessons from a master in living with beauty: Georgia O’Keeffe’s home beckons for a 15-hour drive across the American Southwest.
A chance Google search leads to a nearly 600-mile drive to see the details in Lilian Broca’s mosaics.