Washington DC as a city is a mixed bag, but being a short train ride away to a lot of free museums is something I love. And so I headed down with some friends to see the Yves Klein retrospective at the Hirshorn.
In the end I walked away feeling Klein was a wonderfully hopeless romantic. I love this:
and I also love this:
The "Zone de Sensibilite Pictural Immaterielle" is a really glorious gesture..