Maximize your time at the Museum! Join a free, short talk to learn about works throughout the Museum with one of our A.R.T. Guides, trained volunteers who are passionate about art.
Conversations are repeated every 15 minutes.
Free with Museum admission.
This event will be awesome
A collection
For twenty-five years, we’ve hosted First Saturdays—monthly evenings of free programming welcoming visitors from central Brooklyn and beyond—at the Brooklyn Museum. Join us the first Saturday of February–August and October, 5–11 pm.
Drops
For twenty-five years, we’ve hosted First Saturdays—monthly evenings of free programming welcoming visitors from central Brooklyn and beyond—at the Brooklyn Museum. Join us the first Saturday of February–August and October, 5–11 pm.
One morning
For twenty-five years, we’ve hosted First Saturdays—monthly evenings of free programming welcoming visitors from central Brooklyn and beyond—at the Brooklyn Museum. Join us the first Saturday of February–August and October, 5–11 pm.
A collection
For twenty-five years, we’ve hosted First Saturdays—monthly evenings of free programming welcoming visitors from central Brooklyn and beyond—at the Brooklyn Museum. Join us the first Saturday of February–August and October, 5–11 pm.
It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
One morning
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
Closed for weather
One morning
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
Closed for weather
One morning
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
Closed for weather
