Christian D.
Yelp
When you walk in, hanging up high -- just beyond and above the absolutely rad lobby -- are a worn out skiff and an antique bike. The bike Anderson rode from Mississippi to New York. And the boat he rode out into the Gulf to soak up its colors and rhythms so that he could transfer them to canvas and wall.
This was quite a man. His art is vibrant. A kinetic melding of tribal Incan angles and cheerful Main Street colors -- mostly used to portray people plowing -- through air, a moment, water, anything. I've never seen such interesting use of wakes. From boats. And from the human soul.
And the fellow once did something splendid that crystallizes him and his spirit... a moment of poetry caught in a simple deed. The poor man was a tad nuts, apparently, but also very willful, and after a stint in a mental facility, he'd decided he'd had enough and knit blankets together so that he could escape out a window. Now, that in and of itself is not so unusual. Kind of a garden variety prison break. But what he did next was the grace note: as he rappelled down, he stopped all along the way and sketched farewell murals of free birds on the prison walls as he descended. Beautiful moment.
In truth, it's now one of my favorite collections of art. This guy Anderson is a champ. And wait until you see the community center he did. I won't explain. You just have to go there.
The whole museum is being reinvigorated by the skilled museum Director, Rosemary. You want a dosage of grace and charm? Visit her.
PS - in addition to charm and skill, Rosemary possesses moxie and business savvy. After my visit, Rosemary met me in the gift shop and shared a bit more of her passion for the museum and the mechanics of supporting it -- e.g. how much of the proceeds from the gift shop go toward the museum, etc. I left the museum with memories and visions... and an expensive necklace.