Seeing contemporary conceptual art from Iceland at Luhring Augustine.
Standing outside the National Aquatics Center in Beijing.
Taking in Louise Bourgeois at the Guggenheim.
Not looking for Mary Oliver in Provincetown, but possibly having a gin and tonic, or a swim.
Checking out Robert Giard’s photographs at Stephen Bulger–last chance today.
Reading a poem by Etheridge Knight.
Or in the quietest place on earth.