Maybe the folks in Colorado spend too much time on the mountainsides hiking up and down. Nothing seems plumb or square in Denver's art world. I lived there for years, sustained by the European and American collections. It was an odd building, but the art was nourishing. Especially the traveling shows from all over the world, traded for the opportunity to use Denver's finest.
Fast forward 15 years, and DAM now competes with the world of sculptured steel. Dashing though it may be, it feels violent, Pointed out over the street, the cutting edge makes one nervous about the intent of the art toward the city.
Maybe it is reminiscent of rock-climbing experiences, but a precipice is not an easy Sunday climb. Neither is the investment of this art museum toward that which is not art that can be shared with the world.
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