I am tapped out from my last essay about Revealing Our Roots to Soothe the Soul. A deep and emotional dive into my maternal ancestry.
So I need to lighten my load.
Decided to peruse my writing notebook for past entries and prompt ideas, especially those from one of the local writing classes I took via zoom during the pandemic. The prompt: Admit One.
My admit one will be as the only person allowed into an art museum for a full day. Any one of the major art museums around the globe will do. I travel and have been fortunate to have visited some of the best.
Museum staff will be given the day off. But all necessary lights are on for my optimal viewing pleasure.
My all day pass will allow me to wander the halls without stoic and bored museum guards watching my every move as I initially dance and frolic like a child entering the local corner candy store in 1965 with a handful of coins.
I relish the idea of being able to get as close as I want to anything and everything without being kicked out. I will, of course, be respectful.
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The first section I enter is the prehistoric galleries where so much of humanity’s innate creativity and ingenuity began. Observing and studying early objects puts everything in perspective. Simplicity, efficiency, utility as well as beauty were all important elements in the lives of early civilizations. Creators were respected and revered for their contributions.
After that grounding experience I would choose to go grand with the Renaissance section.
The voluptuous figures and intense scenes of Tintoretto, Titian and Raphael are quite a contrast from the rudimentary, stoic and stiff prehistoric work I just viewed. The detail alone smacks my whole body instantaneously. Visually and emotionally. There is no denying the scene narratives displayed. They are bold, beautiful and terrifyingly real.