... my Dad took us all to the MFA today and it was a poignant reminder to me how you just never know what's going to strike you. I predictably enjoyed the Van Gogh focus in the special exhibit and the Picasso's in their permanent collection. But I was sailing through a room of Winslow Homer (never one who especially stuck me in the past) when I saw the "Gloucester Mackerel Fleet at Sunset". Suddenly I was unexpectedly transfixed and teleported. (I thought of how Christopher Reeve fell in love with a woman from another time by looking at her portrait in "Somewhere in Time")
I felt like I was looking at a memory of my own that was somehow made manifest on the wall. Of course it wasn't, but that's how it felt to me. I was reliving a false memory in the middle of this room in the middle of this museum. It was akin to an out-of-body experience but in reverse. Winslow inserted a memory into my own brain!
We actually build entire buildings to house art for us to look at and appreciate! I guess humans aren't all bad after all!
Side note: At one point, My Dad, My Son, and I all took a rest on a bench arranged from Oldest to Youngest. I leaned over to my Dad and asked him "Do you think other people look over at us and see the three generations arranged in a row here?" He replied "Nah...."
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