Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Art asks me, "hey, how much you love me?"

I sort of consider myself as art lover.

It all started out when I visited Museum of Fine Art and then dangled along Newburry St. in Boston. Hard to tell if I can understand them all, but from time to time, I felt something inside me echo the plea of artists.

Strength of waves and sunset is first reflected with my personal experiences. It all reminded me how they look with all finest details in those paintings.

Then, it comes human portrait. People lived hundreds of years ago can show a vivid face and pose in front of me. That is just incredible. Look at all the fur and texture. Skin color is amazingly realistic and smooth.

But, I did not visit the great museum in New York City. I know I still have half of National Art Museum in DC is unfinished. For Chicago Museum, I still have 2/3 to go. Recall those acient swords and spears.

Anyway, to answer Art's question, "yes, I love you. But not as much the desire to make huge money and relax on beach of Bahamas."

Typical Blah Blah's at 5pm something in afternoon. :)

posted by Cinderalla @ 4:53 PM