I almost didn’t take my camera with me. It was already 7:30 p.m. and we were rushing to make it to the art museum’s weekly “free admission night” ending at 9 p.m. Besides, what’s the point of taking a camera to the art museum? I ain’t Instagramming Picasso pretending it’s Mark’s latest artwork.
“Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you downstairs.”
Then I took off my sandals and went to get the camera in the bedroom.
May as well.
Half an hour later, when exploring the temporary “Archipel” exhibition, I saw two security guards standing just beside a TV showing loop footage of jiggly nude butt cheeks in black and white.
It made me smile.
Glad I had the camera, after all.
I don’t actually take pictures of the artwork in museums, but I like to take pictures of the setup or people looking at the artwork.
Watching people taking the time to pause in front of timeless artworks and being puzzled, interested, bored or just curious is somehow very comforting.
Art does matter and speaks to us in mysterious ways. I have no explanation for the nude butt cheeks footage, though.