Visiting museums is one of my very favorite pastimes. I love the echoing sound of footsteps on the marble floors, the high ceilings, the moody lighting. I even love the smell of the museums I've visited. It's a bit dusty, leathery, but at the same time it has a comfortable feeling, a familiar feeling that I can relate to.
That's it. It's like a familiar place--a home. And truly, that's what a museum is: a home to great things, to great works in all mediums from across the globe and across time. Museum galleries house art. They are homes for art.
Not too terribly long ago, the very first jewelry known to Homo sapiens was discovered. It was a strand of "beads" which were actually shells strung by a forward-thinking, creative Paleolithic person. No one can really know for certain the intended purpose of the necklace. Perhaps it was to ward off evil or to cure an illness. Perhaps it was for the percussive sound they made as the wearer moved. Perhaps it was to show wealth or status. Perhaps it was just to wear for its intrinsic beauty, much like the museum walls display their art. And so, to the point: jewelry, in almost all its forms, is art to wear.
Your glorious body is the gallery.