Hey! Don’t Eat My Art!
Why My Husband and I Turned Our Living Room Into the Museum of Donuts
I’m used to the reaction now: a snicker, a raised eyebrow, and a pause, as they wait for the punch line. My husband, Jan, and I couldn’t possibly run something called the Museum of Donuts in Ontario, California, could we?
In fact, we could and we do. We turn donuts into art and hang them from the walls on the downstairs floor of our apartment, which doubles as an “open studio.” We also let the public in to see the donuts as part of the Ontario Art Walk.
Why do we do …
