No one asked why I care so deeply about the possible sale of DIA's art collection, which I've never even seen in person. But I feel like it is important to explain what art is worth beyond price.
In high school, I visited the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (SFMOMA) with an art teacher. We didn't have enough time in the galleries for all the things I wanted to explore so I went back later on my own.
Museum gallery admissions can get prohibitively expensive so I shelled out for a student annual membership so I could stop by any time I like without incurring additional expense. Pretty soon, the museum became a third place, a home away from home.
I was already aware of Henri Matisse and spent quite a bit of time standing and sitting in front of The Girl with the Green Eyes and comparing it to Woman in a Hat. In the days before "color correctors" were sold in drugstores, I had never thought about greenish undertones in skin before. Then I noticed it everywhere.
Woman at her Toilette.
Landscape, Cannes and recognized the arms in the palm tree trunks.
Even though I don't live in San Francisco any longer, I enjoy revisiting the permanent collection. They are a part of my youth; they belong to me in a deeply personal way. While walking and looking in those galleries, I honed an ability to .see.
I simply cannot stand by and let the children of Detroit be robbed of their patrimony. A lifelong relationship to art is not easily valued on a spreadsheet. But it has value and meaning.