Today is a calm and relatively lazy Sunday. The sun is shinning and the weather is windy and so Katy Perish, hot n’ cold! I thought it would be a nice day for visiting a museum and since I did so lastly, here’s my experience.
I’m the kind of girl who spends three hours in a small museum, because she wants to watch every detail and absorb the artistic energy within her. I was actually very meticulous while wandering around sine I like taking my time. Other visitors may come and go, but I’m still there! Even the guard was surprised by how long it took me to watch all the artwork.
At first I entered a narrow corridor and I faced some glass vases behind a window. So the first thought that popped in my head was “How come you call this Modern and not Decorative Art”? Clearly upset. Then I took some photos, like the one above, and moved on.
Thankfully I came across a significant amount of paintings of different styles and themes. They were successfully placed on a wide metal mesh giving a pleasant artistic feeling. Well this one underneath is the best picture I could take, considering the limited space In between.
The visual content was rich. Melancholic memories of the painters’ tough lives and everyday routine, beloved or hatred faces and imaginative friends were depicted in a dark and realistic style. Surrealistic nightmares, scary human characteristics and stif objects were invading my body through my eyes. I was hypnotized and inspired by the imagination of other artists, despite the terror they were exhaling. I wanted to grab my pencils and spread graphite and color on a canvas. I kept moving. I kept observing. I kept dreaming, with my eyes open.
I turned around only to come face to face with two enormous eyes looking at me. The portrait of the most terrifying woman I’ve ever seen. She was drawn by Pyke Koch in 1930. The decade was more or less obvious. Her short, wavy hair, the pearls around her neck, the fine pipe between her fingers. I was magnetize. I couldn’t move. I stood still looking into her eyes. I thought that the artist should be a victim of her power. She should be a black widow, weaving her net devising evil plans. I adored her. I saw in her something that I myself wanted to possess. Mystical powers in a mysterious way. Here’s her portrait.
This last visit was simply a validation that my life is pure art. I think in art, I breath in art I dream in art. And so far my blog was not about art! How did I let that happen? So, I’m changing my blog’s name and redirecting it to match my interests more. Wait to see what happens in the next days. I’m so excited about it! See you all soon and don’t miss part tow of this wonderful post.