I am a Changed Person

Doesn’t this picture look professionally taken? Well it’s not; I took it!!

I never really go to museums because I have always found them boring. The only time I’ve went to museums is on class field trips in elementary school because I was forced to go. In class when we went over the paintings, I was surprised at how in to it I was getting. I am not an “artsy” person so I was shocked at how intrigued I was at the artwork. Then when I went to the Brooklyn Museum, I looked around and saw so many pieces of art that I liked and wanted to know more about. My group had such interesting conversations about the paintings. One painting in particular stood out to me. It was a painting of a mother bathing a child, but the mother didn’t look at the child happily, like a mother would, she looked at the child with resentment in her eyes. The mother looked angry for some reason at the child. The child didn’t really even look like a “normal” little kid; it looked alien-like. It didn’t have any hair and was quite pale looking- almost dead. The child also looked at the woman with fright in his/her eyes and the fingers of the child were clenched. There were so many questions I had about this painting like “Is this woman even the child’s mother?”, “Is the child even a child?”, “Why is the woman looking at the child in such an angry way?”, “Why is the child scared of the woman?” The endless questions I had continued on to every piece of artwork I saw. I wondered why did the artist do this a certain way or that a certain way. When my group was walking around the museum just for fun, I found myself talking to them as though we were still recording our conversations. Now I actually think I will go to museums just for fun. I always use to wonder how some people spent hours in a museum, whereas I would casually just walk by glancing at each artwork for less than five seconds. Now, I’m pretty sure I will be that person that spends hours at a museum looking at a painting and trying to figure out what it is about.