the art museum.
the one place in the world where i know exactly how to act.
the place where i don't have to say any words.
the place where i can just be.
i went to the carl bloch exhibit at byu today. i know. i'm a little late on that.
i stood in front of a big painting of jairus' daughter.
and i sent a little prayer up to heaven.
thank you for the way my insides feel when i look at art.
(because my heart feels huge like it's beating out of my chest.)
this is where i feel understood.
amen.
and then little tears started to come out of my eyes.
because i know where i belong.
i don't know what kind of significance is going to come out of my participation and appreciation of the art world.
i don't know how i'll help people.
but i feel like where i was standing, there were perfect indents in the wood floor, the shapes of my feet, telling me to stay where i was.
somehow i know it. i know where i'm supposed to go.
and now the only part is getting there.
-han
that was my FAVORITE painting at the exhibit. for my creative writing class we were told to go to that exhibit and write a poem on any painting that really struck us, and i chose this one. i couldn't get away from it, and that's my favorite kind of art: the kind that won't leave you alone.
ReplyDeleteI think I actually recognize that painting. Is that a Carl Bloch? Cause if so, I totally saw that in his art exhibit at BYU.
ReplyDeleteMm.. and I just read your post. Right... me so smart :S
ReplyDeletethat exhibit is absolutely mind blowing. it gave me all sorts of chills in the best way possible.
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