Getting Elevated at the Art Museum | Cannabis Now
How learning to love cannabis helped to rediscover a passion for enjoying art in public.
Some of my friends hate art museums. They would never admit it, but I can see it in their body language when I ask if they want to join me on a weekend excursion to the contemporary art museum or to a late-night viewing party at the larger art museum downtown.
They crinkle their foreheads in surprise and scoff: “The art museum? What’s going on there?”
“You mean, aside from the art?” I like to answer, adding my own subtle dig.
I’ve always enjoyed art museums. But I never universally loved, valued and appreciated these important institutions until the first time I ingested cannabis at an art museum, in (of all places) Wyoming, some years back.
More on that spectacular afternoon in a sec.
In my own B.C. (before cannabis) era, I went to art museums partially because I wanted to, but mostly because I felt it was my cultural responsibility. At home in Colorado, I’d support the sprawling Denver Art Museum and the hyper-curated Museum of Contemporary Art, and I’d always do my best to make time in my travels for the behemoths.Continue Reading