Lost in the Museum

As I walked through The Art Institute of Chicago the only thing that went through my mind is the thought that I was trying to put it off, and didn't really want to go. I just want to get through this and continue my day, I remember saying to myself as I was getting a ride to and fro. And from the first exhibit the last I spent the entire day, losing myself in the museum. Going to seeing paintings of Van Gogh to Monet, to seeing beautiful sculptures. I entirely lost myself looking at all the beautiful art in the museum. And as I wondered through the art museum I thought so many different things to myself. Things as the technique used in the painting to the thoughts the painter was feeling when he or she painted the particular piece of art. I was so intrigued by the beauty of all the art in the world. I have never seen such beauty. My next emotion is why was I avoiding this. Why have I not seen more of these pieces more frequently in my life. Why have I not been brought to more art museums in Denver or other cities that I have visited or stayed at. This museum had so much beauty. Although I can admit that some of the pieces were in my taste terrible, nothing but splashes of paint on a canvas. What Jackson Pollock painted and to him being a beautiful piece of art work, but to me being a piece that even I could maybe create. This thought brought me to another serious thought and that was, what is beautiful to others? What are the things that others find beautiful, but I do not. There are so many different pieces of art in this world, and so many different tastes, but in the end it is all so beautiful, to look at the thoughts and emotions of an artist expressed on a canvas. If only I could paint such beautiful pieces, that will last over many centuries.