When I’m feeling low on inspiration, I find it very helpful to turn to beautiful places. Yesterday, I went up to The Cloisters in Upper Manhattan. It’s a museum featuring medieval architecture and art in a striking park high on a cliff overlooking the Hudson river.
It feels so good to sit inside there. I love the arches of the cloisters and their peaceful sense of containment—the layering of inside and outside and inside, the layering of dark against light. In other areas of the museum, the stained glass takes center stage. I’m always awed by how stained glass can really let you see light as its colorful strokes dapple the walls, quiet and alive.