Not sure I will ever tire of going to art museums. Besides looking at the art, I’m inspired by those who look at the art. We all approach art in interesting ways. Some walk up and face the piece with their hands on their hips. Others just saunter by in a slow nonstop motion. I think we all fit somewhere between these two ranges.
So here’s a fellow dressed in black who studies a beautiful female nude sculpture. She stands there in a way that seems confident in a youthful way… when all seems perfect in life. As the art viewer stands there I’m wondering if he recalls his youth or of a time long ago as a younger man. Or, maybe he is holding a sack of stuff his companion bought from the museum store and is just counting the minutes until he can get away.