I saw this at the MFA today. T and I went down together and as I walked through the room filled with Nicholas Nixons photographs, I gasped and ooo'ed and awe'd at many. But then I cam across this one. It was the first one on the third wall I came to and as I stared I began to cry.
Honestly, I have not been that in awe of a piece of art in a long time. And thats not to say that i am some important art critic who needs to be moved to tears over good art. But the last time a piece hit me on that level was as I stood alone in the Sistene Chapel waiting the arrival of my friends. I cried. I cried for my grandmother who believed so hard in that God and never as she was living did she get to see him like I did.
Today I cried and silently discovered life. And was further convinced that what I really want, all I really want in life, was ok. That my desire to have children, that it's the only real job I want, was perfectly fine.
E and A.
I already want to go back and look at it some more. If T hadn't come up to me chattering on about this or that until he discovered I was crying... Well I could have stood there forever.
No comments:
Post a Comment