There’s a million and one reasons why visiting art galleries each time I travel to another country is probably the most emotional, inspiring and recharging experience of all. Being in a room full of people, alone, but together. Quietly admiring precious works of our ancestors, peering into old ways of life. There’s a stillness present in museums, a subtle vibrating energy that makes me feel utterly connected. The artifacts gathered feel like anything but empty foreign objects. Especially the ornate delicately crafted items of the past. The attention to detail, the time and effort it must have taken one individual or TEAM of individuals to create such wonder. Reminds me that the art, the labour of love cannot and will not be lost. It resides in each of us, if we only take the time to re-connect with that deep love inside ourselves. If we search, if we treat ourselves and each other with love and compassion we can create and accomplish the unachievable.
I find new romance with every experience. New perspective every with visit. We got there a little later than intended, so I didn’t get a chance to comb through all 6 buildings (womp womp). However that just gives me more of a reason to go back a second time next time I’m in L.A. *insert sly smile* Here’s a just a few of the works that stood out, but honeslty I could have easily spent the entire afternoon wandering those halls. Enjoy.
I found this particular work to be so incredibly striking. I stood there, staring at it for a moment, then came back to it again before I left. It was roughly eight feet tall, nearly three times the size of some of the other works that surrounded it. I wish this could hang in a foyer of my future home. That along with pretty all the other works, except the gold pair of gates by Ishchenko (four images above). That bad boy needs to be in my bedroom. Got a girl out here thinking ’bout how to successfully pull off a heist….
Oh hey girl. I didn’t see you there…haha. This is fitting. There are three baddies in this image. One in a long draping coat I wish I owned and the other two of are dancers. Hi Rilez. Thanks for allowing me to drag you around the museum mumbling to myself like an uber nerd. Love you.
Me pictured free as a fucking bird post museum wanderings feeling electric. Also, somehow, looking like an awkward Disney Princess. It was as if someone had replaced my old batteries with spanking new ones. I wasn’t walking, I was floating. Shout out to Keebs for taking these snaps.
Where are your favourite places to hit up whilst travelling? What makes you feel regenerated? What are your secrets?… Do tell.
love and light,