I have a strange relationship with art museums. When it is announced we are going to visit one, as my family usually does on vacations, I groan and complain, thinking about the hours spent in cold rooms looking at ancient relics that have little or nothing to do with my life. But occasionally I'll find something that captivates me, like that girl on the left in the last picture. A lot of figures look so stiff and emotionless, but she looks so real. Her chin is held up in a slightly defiant manner and her eyes suggest she knows something you don't. I feel like she may have done something wrong and is being punished, but she doesn't deserve to be punished. I'm not sure. I find it all interesting to contemplate.
Have you ever been in a gallery when it's empty? It's so peaceful. When everything is right, it will feel like the best place to be in the world. You can really look at the art, imagine what it would be like to be there. I always leave feeling inspired.