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Three photos of children painting at the Country Fair for Children held at the Museum of Modern Art, New York, 1946.

All by Alfred Eisenstaedt for LIFE.

Alfred Eisenstaedt: Two teenagers sit againtst a wall sketching in the Toledo Museum of Art. Toledo, Ohio, 1939.

Found in the LIFE archive.

Schoolchildren in the Metropolitan Museum of Art:

Camp Fire Girls art study hour, 1928.
Student artist at work, 1910.
In the Egyptian Art galleries, 1912,
In the painting galleries, 1917.

All © The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

More here.

Bruno Barbey: Bargello Museum, 1984. © Bruno Barbey / Magnum Photos.

2nd photo: found here.

Burt Glinn: Two nuns viewing an Ad Reinhardt painting at a Museum of Modern Art Opening, New York City, 1964. © Burt Glinn / Magnum Photos.

Rene Burri: A sculpture by Constantin Brancusi at the Kunsthaus Museum, Zurich, 1955. © Rene Burri / Magnum Photos.

Found here.

'what about friday night?'

This scene kills me every time.

'that's him'

John Hughes talks about the museum scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Makes me love it even more.

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

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