My Museum Addiction

I love visiting museums. It’s a hobby. I get excited just thinking about seeing new works of art and visiting “old friends”. And when I have finished enjoying the exhibits, I am drawn like a moth to a flame to the gift shop and bookstore.

But I have an addiction, a museum addiction…I collection exhibition catalogs. There I said it! I collect those heavy, glossy image, long essay-filled tomes the way a boy (or grown man) collects baseball cards! It’s an addiction – a very heavy one if you have ever tried to lift a box full of them. (My husband always hates when we move because somehow he’s always left carrying those heavy, back-breaking boxes.)

I just can’t help myself, I want to enjoy the exhibition again and again, long after they are gone. I want, no I need, to revisit the image and relive the stories the curators have woven.

Let me share with you how bad my addiction is. Last month I was fortunate to spend some time in London. While there I tried to get into the Damien Hirst exhibition at the Tate Modern. Unfortunately everyone in London had the same idea. Needless to say I couldn’t get a ticket. So what did I do? You guessed it, I marched myself right into the gift shop and bought the catalog, all 5 lbs. of it!  (I then had to carry it the rest of the trip as a reminder of my habit.)

So, now you know my art addiction – what’s yours?  Share some of your “art addictions” – your favorite work of art, the best exhibit you’ve seen, or your favorite museum to visit.

  • Heather Kearns

    museum postcards! i buy like 30 or 40 at a time. i love having them to look at later or to frame in my house. at one point i bought 100 identical black 4×5 frames and filled each with postcards from the tate, whitechapel, british museum, uffizi, etc. and had an entire wall of just those images. addicted.

  • http://blogs.jccc.edu/jvaughn Judi Vaughn

    I buy postcards too! It is such a wonderful way to have your own exhibition. I never miss a museum bookstore or museum postcard rack. Once a month I change the art postcards that I prop on my bookcase. I always wonder if the cleaning staff who come at night enjoy my art area…