It’s incredible how works of art are able to elicit emotions from you. Place those art works in an immense space of white walls, teal accents and rustic interiors and you find yourself losing track of time, immersed in the curation of it all and the materials everything is composed of — acrylic, metal, wood, all the colors imaginable that your vision can greedily feast on. Why haven’t I dedicated more of my time in museums? A three hour visit wasn’t and isn’t enough to meticulously appreciate all the details, to express my gratitude to all the artists for making me feel. One day, I hope to simply dedicate a few minutes of my fleeting life to stand by each and every masterpiece, stare them down a bit, and inwardly recite my thoughts hoping it reaches their creators somehow.
“This piece is beautiful and so is your mind—
you great artist,
I hope you know.”