One summer a couple of years ago I was lucky enough to take a trip to San Francisco with my family. We went to the beach, found some excellent places to eat, and drove around the city for a day, looking for fun and interesting things to see. We had our GPS Navigation system with us, so we decided to look up nearby attractions. “Palace of the Legion of Honor? What’s that?” I asked my husband. “It sounds familiar. And cool. Let’s go there,” he replies. So we do. Outside are two fantastic monumental sculptures, and that reminds him. “It’s a museum!” We’ve struck gold, because in our family, art is one of our highest priorities (happens when one of you is a sculptor). So we stop, drag everyone out of the car (including our very happy son, who gets carsick), and start toward the building. It’s amazing. My husband stops to look at the outdoor sculptures before going in; El Cid (Spanish war hero) and Joan of Arc, by Anna Hyatt Huntington. Captivating. Stared for a long time, while kids ran a
Michael Aaron Hall, Sculpting in Bronze and Stone