on sundays, my ritual is to go to work at the isamu noguchi garden museum to give the public talk. talks (or tours as some people call them) at the noguchi are special as they are not lectures but strive to engage museum visitors to produce the information together with the educator and to make personal connections. i encourage visitors to voice their opinions and as with everything that's not fed to you, the experience becomes more meaningful for all parts involved. every time i give a talk there i take away the positive energy visitors give me and leave renewed, today was no exception. visitors are always extremely grateful of the experience and feel excited when they realize looking at art is not the daunting task we think it is. i begin the conversation getting to know a little about my visitors to establish a comfort zone and we proceed to look at and discuss a selection of pieces in the museum. it's important to have a passion for this job and love the artwork. i remember how in my first encounter with noguchi's work i felt unimpressed and did not feel an interest to work with that collection. i did not connect with abstract art and did not even try to dig deeper. however, life took me to noguchi, i was recommended to work there and at first took this as a job. pretty soon however, as i read more about noguchi and learned about his life and motivations i became more then interested in this hard working man who came from a place of struggle and duality, who had a difficult relationship to his own identity. just like me. the museum in itself is a sacred space for me, i'm incredibly blessed to work there, i feel i was one of the chosen, every sunday is a new lesson in what being an artist truly is.

museums can many times be too scripted and leave little space for personal organization of ideas and interpretation; you are often times guided to look in ways that are supposed to be the 'right ones'. the beauty of noguchi, a museum designed by an artist, is that you 're invited to look at the work in a different way, from a place with no labels where possible, from the inner silence that the voice of stone produces.