Art Museum

I have never been to an art museum before our class went. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. I went back Saturday for two hours with three other friends because I just wanted to see more. It is so easy to get lost in thought while looking at a piece of art. Every piece that I took time to look at, I would ask myself what I thought the artist was thinking at the very moment in time when they started their piece.
I was so captivated. The mind is so magnificent. Some of the pieces of art were odd looking, some breathtaking, some complicated, some simple, some colorful, some bland, each an experience in and of itself; a materialized story brought to life and frozen in time by someone.
The most memorable part of the experience for me was the hall of photographs from all over the world. All were by the same photographer and he would have the family bring their possessions outside, they would pose, and he would capture the moment. He gathered information about each family like income, hours worked, most valued possession, size of their land, and wishes for the future. All the information was posted on a plaque next to each photo. It was a cultural experience and a wake up call of sorts. America was displayed first, each photo that followed broke my heart. We are so blessed. So many people go on missions trip and get a wake up call about how blessed me are, and how we have no need to complain about pointless things, but me, I learned this through art, a photograph.
Just like literature, art is an experience. It all starts with an artist and a story that longs to be told.