What a waste of time and money! We drove 90 minutes to see a concrete structure with glass and steel that looked as if industrialism threw up on art deco, and someone forgot to clean it up. There are three floors to this overly large monstrosity, yet only part of one floor was set up for any exhibits of the vomitous mixed media crap that the individuals running the museum consider works of excellence. I would rather be forced to stare at a Jackson Pollack than return to this garbage receptacle. The people my wife and I encountered were just as somber and unpleasant as the building. From the person at the parking booth exit to the curator(?) all were devoid of any smile or enjoyment. As if this wasn't enough, the museum itself promotes illicit drug use by placing sharps collection containers in the non-gender specific bathrooms. The so-called art that infests the building, with the exception of a few paintings, should all be piled in the concrete "garden" and set aflame if only to save society from their confused ideology. Avoid this place at all cost!