My major in college required me to spend a shit ton of time in Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts. Now at the time I was about 18, 19 years old and besides the Museum of Science for elementary school field trips I never spent much time in any real art museums. So I was taken aback every time I had to go to the MFA for college assignments. I had never seen real works of art growing up in Boston. That was over 20 years ago. Since then I have become a member of the MFA and I know that place better than I know the New England Patriots. Fact. I have been to Paris and visited the Louvre and d’Orsay a couple of times. The Tate Modern in London. The Vatican museums in Rome. Even the Picasso Museum in Barcelona. Throw in the Sistine Chapel and the Palace of Versailles and you can say my eyes have seen some of history’s and the world’s greatest masterpieces. And that blows my damn mind! I love museums. I love looking at art. I love learning about the artists. I love the silence as I stroll through a museum at my own pace on a day off from work. I love the smell. I love watching how other people analyze the art and how they stand and approach it all. Even I never would’ve thought that a young, poor, lil’ T would one day become this grown man who has accrued all of this global and historic art history knowledge and museum experiences. Yet here I am. This was never a goal of mine. It was never a part of my life master plan. But it is something that I am so damn proud to have on my life resume. Does it make me better than the next guy? No. But it sure af makes me better than I was yesterday. And THAT has always been the plan.
Have you ever visited a museum and immediately felt cultured af or nah?
Until next time. Always take it there.