My First Art Museum: the Start of a Love Affair
posted on 21 January 2011 | posted in
Arts and Entertainment
I’ll never forget the first time I visited a major art museum. I had been to the museum in my city, but its selection was especially strong on Asian, African and Native American art and short on broad selection of European masters. While I have grown to appreciate and enjoy non-European art, my heart really belongs to the painting of Europe. We had a family reunion near Washington D.C. and one day I went into Washington with my mother and cousin. We visited the National Gallery. All I can remember saying to myself is, “How come nobody told me about this before?” I must have been walking around with my mouth open the entire time, I was that amazed. There was everything from the Italian “primitives” to Vermeer, two of my favorites today. I couldn’t believe that I could explore gallery after gallery of masterpieces. It seemed an unending banquet of delights. To this day, a visit to a museum will never fail to put a smile on my face and give me a happiness I get nowhere else. In fact, I've expanded my horizons somewhat - I also appreciate street art - particular graffiti artworks - and I have a number of graffiti canvas prints on my walls.
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