As I stand on the elevator, I find myself completely captivated by the present moment. My body is being forced upward, but my head is spinning around trying desperately to take it all in. I can feel myself switching into an out of body experience. The Broad has that affect on me. The architecture is mind-blowing, and the art collection is nothing short of perfection. It is almost difficult to truly process everything I am seeing. I should have known what to expect. This isn't my first time here. And, if I have my way, it also won't be my last.
It is my favorite place in the whole of this crazy city filled with more unique neighborhoods and cultural enclaves than I ever thought I would come to know and love. Yet, this, this is my spot, my perfect Sunday afternoon, my creative therapy. It is where I go to be engulfed by the architecture I once sought to create. It is a space that feels familiar, yet unexplored, modern, yet captivating. The elevator, the escalator, the ceiling, the facade, the handrail detailing, the great hits of the last century hanging on its walls... everything about this place is deigned to the nth degree. It is absolute inspiration overload, and I wouldn't have it any other way.