Museum

After going to the Museum, I learned alot more about what I think of art. To me, there were certain things that I found interesting and others that I just didn't care about looking, I found myself drifting off at times just thinking about other subjects because the art didn't hold my attention. And thinking back, I was curious why I felt this way and why my mind drifted to the thoughts it did.

The egyptians held my attention, looking at the coffins and the writing on them, the stories that told there lives and the afterlives they would have. It was interesting the differences in beliefs they have compared to many people now or people within the past centuries. I wondered what made them feel this way, who gave them they idea that there was this important afterlife, and why didn't we still feel that way. What changed?

I didn't find myself paying attention the victorian paintings, they had no interest to me, I didn't see the sexual references or the importance of painting pictures where people lay in the mud with expensive clothes on. It was in my wandering mind that I found myself looking at the frames of the pictures and the detailed architecture that came with that time period. I imagined the hand carved moldings and furniture and all the time that must have went into making the beautiful pieces.

Overall I realized, art is what WE want it to be. Art can be anything we see, it is different to every person, race, and religion.