The Palmer museum was one of the things that drew me to this area. Old growth forests within a bike ride of world class art. I don't love every show, but I try to catch every one and grow a bit in the process. Sometimes it's easy: the Rembrandt etchings were amazing, and I went every day. Memories of the Chihuli glass displayed on black tables still makes me catch my breath. The Rodin sculptures and the accompanying film showing the casting of the Gates of Hell had me speechless every time I stepped into the gallery.

Other times, I'm not so intrigued; but I always feel a visit is rewarding.

Currently, there's a show featuring work collected by the Grey Art Gallery at NYU, and it's one of the better opportunities. If you get a chance to see it, don't pass it up. It isn't often that we get Helen Frankenthaler, Robert Motherwell, or Keneth Noland in Centre County. Throw in an early Philip Perlstein, at first seemingly an odd inclusion, and there's a great reason to walk across campus at lunch.

I would have loved some monumental Rothko pieces and a few enveloping Pollocks; but I guess historical purity has them present only by influence. And besides, it's free.

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