941 North Street
Greenwich, CT 06831
Monday to Friday
10 a.m. - 4 p.m. by appointment only
It was my idea.
In the middle of dinner with my friend Chum, I blurted out: "We should totally make a little field trip out to The Brant Foundation one day!"
I wasn't sure it was going to happen, but I thought I'd throw it out there anyway. There were a few kinks that needed to be ironed out first.
1. How do we get there? It's in Greenwich, Connecticut. Chum has a car—score! But he doesn't drive and I can't trust myself to drive to Connecticut for the first time in my life behind the wheel of someone else's car. Womp, womp.
2. It's not open on the weekends. How will we have access? Luckily for us, Chum's friend Peter was able to pull some strings and secure a private tour for us. Done! Another plus? He can drive!
All that was left was to pick a date that worked for all of us, which happened to be this past Saturday. It was me, Chum, Peter, and their friend Shea, who had never been to Greenwich before.
We left the city at 10 a.m. and arrived to The Brant Foundation's expansive grassy property just short of an hour later, identified from the road by spotting Urs Fisher's monumental Big Clay sculpture. It was a beautiful juxtaposition next to the traditional stone building, which was originally a fruit barn for the nearby orchards.
We saw Nate Lowman's exhibition "I Wanted to Be an Artist and All I Got Was This Lousy Career." Two of us liked it and two of us didn't; it was a draw. Then, we went and had lunch in town at Meli-Melo, a popular post-Pilates/yoga lunch spot amongst the Greenwich housewives set. Everyone at the table ordered a crèpe, except for me, which was a mistake on my part. There'll be a next time, though. We made plans to return in the spring to see the next show, a Warhol exhibition.