Pastoral

        With the sun blaring and the gas station fading in the rear view mirror, we continued on our way to Bloomfield Hills, Michigan. Chris took the wheel for a bit until he met his maker, the toll booth. Stopping just short of the ticket dispenser and stalling out several times, Chris was forced to relinquish his hold of the wheel to a more experienced Forza Motorsport driver.

         As three o'clock rolled around, so did Detroit. Although we would have loved to stop in the city, we had neither a Ford or 9mm to accompany us. Thus, we did a driving tour from the highway and cruised into Bloomfield Hills just north of Detroit, home of the Cranbrook Academy of Art. 

         Upon entering the academy grounds, Chris and I were provided a sense of pastoral tranquility. The academy buildings and campus, although small (about the size of Chris' shank of lamb he had for lunch) was quite beautiful and practical. In addition, the Dean of Admissions gave us a delightful tour of the campus and its facilities.

          The facilities and surrounding area seem like a wonderful place to create art however, the context and size seem to allow for little chance of inspiration besides that of ones peers. Although the liberating curriculum, or rather lack there of is enticing, we still have other places to see and must continue the search.