miles away. Like an exclusive restaurant, it requires going out to reach. At home, art is usually a different breed-- decorative, tasteful, accentual, and probably purchased a long distance from the hand of the artist. around--that art can (and should) be as fundamental a part of home as the welcome mat and as integral as the wiring. To see what I mean, stop by the home of Jeanne Nathan and Robert Tannen in New Orleans. You'll know it by concrete block pyramids and towers jutting upwards from the vegetation beds and large sheet-metal blocks cavorting amongst the bushes just inside the front gate. piano dripping with ceramics, wood carvings, and scrolls De Witt, a Belgian monk, depicts the energetic patrons of a Canal Street restaurant. But nothing compares to what happens when you turn left into the living area. Had Willy Wonka dedicated the same vigor to art collecting as he did to chocolate production, this might have been the result--a lush jungle of colored glass, metal, plastic, clay, ink, wood, and fabric. New Orleans, and Tannen, an urban planner, began their collection more than forty years ago with a signed pottery piece by Rookwood artist Wilhelmina Rhemes and a Viennese blown-glass vase that has a match in the Smithsonian museum. "We didn't consciously start collecting," says Nathan. "We just appreciated different work by artists, ceramic artists, furniture makers, and so on." satisfaction we feel when leaving not just that we've fulfilled our cultural quotient for the month, or proved civic pride with a demonstration of community support, or merely because of the free wine. It's an unspoken acknowledgement that any artistic experience, however passive, provides spiritual nourishment. We walk out a better person than we went in. |