The life of a painting can be pretty unpredictable. Some are constantly on the move, reaching different parts of the world as they travel through time. When I started at the Getty as an intern, I had only recently returned… More»
What is sunrise like at the Getty?
“The fog was so thick we couldn’t see the sunrise when it came at 5:47am PT. There was no gong, no fanfare. Many of us were oblivious, engrossed in conversations with old friends or new acquaintances, awkwardly touching each other as per Ono’s instructions, or contemplating the obscured landscape. I looked at my companions, asking them “Was that it? Did we miss it?” That was it, but we hadn’t missed it at all.”