I love museums. I love art museums. I love modern art museums. I couldn't tell you how I first started loving museums, maybe it's a trait I inherited from my Dad. But I could get lost in museums. I could sketch and take pictures endlessly if you put me in a museum. When I was in New York back in April I decided to visit their MOMA and I loved how alive I felt when I stepped through the doors. Being surrounded by art just feels so right. (I have this little secret that I collect prints/artwork from independent artists. I have tons of pieces saved up for when I have lots of wall space. For now the prints live in a safe spot in my bedroom.)
One thing that did intrigue me about this museum were the amount of people who seriously studied the artwork. I wondered what each person thought about each piece. I wondered if it spoke to them, and if it, how it moved them. It was fascinating.
Visiting the MOMA was such an inspiring experience.