Season Poem - Gregory & The Hawk
A trip to the museum;
Yesterday, as the city streets glistened in the pouring rain, I decided to take a solo trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Despite what I have told others before, I have never been to a museum by myself. I always thought that museums were solely shared experiences meant to ignite a conversation, but I didn’t realize that aimlessly wandering through halls of antiquity on the rainiest of days can bring so much fulfillment. Sitting down and staring at a painting until the details become alive; every brush stroke swirling, colors dancing together until they become something else altogether, the texture of the canvas still changing as time passes by. Being in a museum by myself felt like I was in a time warp. A few hours passed by and I felt like I have experienced thousands of years of human emotion; from cynicism to longing to dealing with loss to falling in love. I shared this intimate moment with human nature expressed in every color, landscape, and shape.
I’m glad that I went because recently I have been feeling increasingly lonely. Every relationship I have, may it be platonic or romantic, seems fleeting. Everyone seems to come and go, but never stay for long, and I don’t know why. There are a few exceptions and I am eternally grateful that those few people have stuck around. I have tried accepting this as a fact of life and tried being happy alone from time to time, but I cannot help but wish it wasn’t so. Loneliness is a feeling that creeps on you out of nowhere and preoccupies every thought, and I want to do everything in my power to not feel it again and again. And yesterday was another day where the loneliness crept in, but luckily I decided to take a trip to the museum and for those few hours everything was lifted off my shoulders, the world made sense for awhile, all of the troubles in my mind were expelled, and I felt free from everything.
The moral of this little story is that I haven’t figured out how to expel that intermittent feeling of loneliness yet, I hope that one day I do, but I have figured out that a solo trip to a museum on a rainy day is a temporary and beautiful remedy.
"Now I’m wide as the ocean, now I bleed roses. And you are just a mark on the map of my past. And I am a road, I wind along alone all day until the coast."
Beuaitufl ornate ceramic skulls by Japaense artist Katsuyo Aoki.
The decorative styles and forms I allude to and incorporate in my works each contain a story based on historical backgrounds and ideas, myths, and allegories. Their existence in the present age makes us feel many things,; adoration, some sort of romantic emotions, a sense of unfruitfulness and languor from their excessiveness and vulgarity - KA
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