The Boston MFA &
Isabella Gardener’s Imagination
A couple weeks ago I went to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts with my grandmother. While there, we also decided to check out the Isabella Gardener Museum and the Boston Rose Garden. My grandmother told me that the last time she’d been there was in the 80’s, and exclaimed about how so much had changed since then. The Gardener museum for instance, now had a wall separating the mini mansion from the street, and there was even a new wing entirely attached to the original home. When I was a child my grandmother, an artist, would often take me to different gardens and museums where she would paint and sketch. I’d carry my little sketchbook, and try my best to emulate her. I remember at points feeling bored or underwhelmed at my artwork compared to hers. My grandmother always pushed me to practice and encouraged me never to give up. Even though I didn’t appreciate it at the time, I now appreciate the trips we went on — she exposed me to a world I would have never known otherwise.
The Isabella Gardener Museum was beautiful. It was so small, and every wall was covered in classic art pieces. Pictures could only be taken in the outdoor garden and inner courtyard. I couldn’t help but imagine Ms. Gardener’s parties like those of Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby).
Originally published at www.danikqwa.com on June 29, 2015.