Gallery rounds

Eight places I keep circling back to, usually solo, usually with iced coffee going warm in my hand. I grew up thinking art was something behind velvet rope at the one museum my school bussed us to once a year (I touched a Calder, got yelled at, no regrets). Now it's a five-minute drive from my own neighborhood and I still haven't gotten over that. These are the spots I actually return to, not the ones I photograph once and forget.