The Iris and B. Gerald Cantor Center for Visual Arts at Stanford University is a wonderful museum. Parking is difficult, but admission is free.
It started life as the Leland Stanford Jr. Museum in 1891. It was one of the first and largest reinforced concrete structures in the USA.
Here’s the man himself, Leland Stanford. Railroad baron, Governor of California, Senator- he was a busy guy.
A lot of the classic art world is centered around, created by, and sponsored by, dead white people. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Some of my best friends…
This is Leland’s wife, Jane.
This is Leland Stanford Junior, the fellow who the University and the museum are named after. At the age of sixteen, while on a tour of Europe, he died of typhoid.
Walking through one of the galleries dedicated to contemporary art, I thought, why is this guy standing so still?
Turns out he’s a sculpture. Brilliant and creepy.
Then, in a different part of the museum, I saw this dude. I thought maybe he was a sculpture too, but upon closer inspection, I could see he was breathing.