Linde Fine Art Gallery

I can spend an entire day wondering around the galleries of Carmel by myself. I’ve done it before and, in a way, I like it better than spending a day in a huge museum. There are so many different genres, artists, and mediums — I never get bored.
Linde B. Martin gallery (
) is my absolute favorite. I have a gut reaction to art. Yes, it is interesting to me to find out what the artist was thinking or experiencing at the time a particular work was created, but more often then not, I fall in love with a piece of art because it speaks to me, and I cannot explain why. If I ever have the money to buy art — this will be the place I shop.
There is an old movie with Shirley McClaine, where she goes through lots of husbands by purposefully marrying never-​do-​wells and unwittingly making them millionaires. This leads to their demise and her being very very rich widow. One of those husbands — an American abstract painter in Paris — is played by Paul Newman. He invented a machine which paints to sound. He uses heavy metal (before that became a musical genre), and she — tired of hearing screeching and banging — suggests Rochmaninov (or something like that). Walking into Linde B. Martin’s gallery made me think of that.
It’s like the most beautiful music demonstrated in art.