“I could’ve contemplated on every artwork but the sight of the gate alone as well as the first few steps inside had already convinced me for an immediate revisitation. You can’t grasp life within a couple of hours.”
Much to the pressure imposed by the photos taken by pros and amateurs alike circling on the social media platform, I can’t help but be undeniably intrigued by this place. The photographs alone of those who have wandered the cavernous galleries of this place have already tickled my visual senses, add on some prodding seasoning disguised via inviting stories told by the same people and you’ll feel “the urge” to visit and see it for yourself. I see the need to emphasize on “the urge”.
But much like some of those things we wanted in life, not all can be granted immediacy. For weeks, I merely toyed around with the idea of “Today, I’ll visit Pinto Art Museum”. Yet you know that playing around with things, feelings or let alone an “idea” will never bear fruit.
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been pestering my brother to accompany me on this little trip. Not for the sole purpose of keeping company but also to give way to my vanity. I felt relieved when he caved in. Bribery almost came into the picture.
Besides the repetitive pose on the “We are the Kids that Your Parents Warned You About” wall, almost everything is a greeting of a whole new milieu. You can never take in its beauty and depth all at once. I may have reveled at the place’s physical appeal for a day, but boy did this place need a hundred visits!
I made an attempt to blend in. Or at least that is what those geometric patterns on my dress would like to tell its owner. Those mandatory art classes have germinated some form of apparel utility. Huh!
I could’ve contemplated on every artwork but the sight of the gate alone as well as the first few steps inside had already convinced me for an immediate revisitation. You can’t grasp life within a couple of hours.