Me being me, I took more time. I do when I can.
Often on First Thursday, a monthly art event in Portland, I go only to Sequential Art, where I know the proprietors. This time, I let myself wander into a couple of other galleries. Plus I hung out at Sequential Art, as I often do; after I'd seen the art I sat outside, read, and people-watched. Gave a heads-up to a woman and a young girl that a guy on a bike was riding towards them on the sidewalk so they'd be less surprised by him.
It can feel like work, me getting into a mindset to look at art. I'm learning, and hoping, to relax more about it: I'm not going to "get" everything, and not every piece will speak to me. It's no one's fault if that happens. (Unless the art is really poorly done.) Plus I had enough on my mind last night — several subjects and issues, not getting into them at the moment — that I could easily distract myself from the artworks. Too easily.
But I got out, and visited people and places, and saw stuff I otherwise wouldn't have seen.