The American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore is an exquisite, insane place. It’s a loopy small-scale Guggenheim of a building, encrusted all along the front facade with chips of splintered glass and shards of mirror. The effect is welcoming, enthusiastic, and a bit dotty.
The patient tree out front is also covered with plates and bits of glass and mirror. The trunk is tiled from ground level up; the branches are festooned with shiny colorful strands, garnished with the occasional hoops and rosettes, all blazing under the relentless sun.