Imagine a box of crayola’s exploding in a visual orgasm before your eyes and you’ll begin to feel the artistic visions inside the Walker Center.
I leave a beautiful summer’s day in downtown Minneapolis to get lost in the marvel and wonder of art inside this place. I find words can’t fully describe what happened over the next few hours.
Massive television screens showcase past decades. The 1970’s through a slide projector, ballet performers in NYC in the 1980’s, black and white independent short films from the 1960’s.
I find inspiration in the creativity, which I hope has spilled over into a tiny part of my soul.