Art Museum

I had never been to a museum of art

always pictured it for those who were smart

We got stickers that said P.M.O.A

stickers are a guarantee to a great day

First exhibit was Japanese prints and textiles

kimonos seemed to go for miles

The security guard thought we were up to no good

did we look like we could be from the hood?

The room of student’s art

overflowed with so much heart

Their work was truly inspirational

such talent proves that art is transformational

Next room looked like an aquarium

Yes, this happened to excite us some

It was a room of Ancient art of the Americas

cool display of artifacts it was

Upstairs there was another art filled-room

Even a dinosaur chew-toy, well we assume

Families and what they called home displayed

a message of appreciation conveyed

I went to the Polk Museum of Art for this assignment, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes.

On Friday, Juliet, Annalee, Brendan and I attended the Polk County Art Museum. I really did not know what to expect because I have never been to an art museum before. First, we walked by beautiful and peaceful bonzai trees into the Japanese art exhibit that just opened that day. How special is that?

Next, we walked through exhibits of art done by eleventh and twelfth graders of Polk County. I really found it cool to see how talented young people are. We then proceeded to the upstairs. There was a hallway filled with large sized photographs of families from multiple different countries. In each picture, the family was creatively pictured in front of their home with their belongings. For most, they had barely anything. As I examined some of these family’s faces, their emotion of their facial expressions spoke millions of words. I wanted to hear their stories. To the right of each picture, their country was written along with some other information. I cannot remember the exact words, but it said something like “what they hope for”. Some said simply a home or a refrigerator. Not too sound corny, but things like this always put how little people actually have into perspective. The “cushiony” life of Americans was pointed out by their hope for an RV to mostly likely travel in.

I feel like art is similar to poetry as it relates to the necessity for the elimination of “surface reading or observing”. It requires a certain depth and search for understanding and revelation. They are usually not things that just “click” when you look at them. You have to be open to and expecting to be changed, to learn something new. They have meanings and messages that came from the pit of their soul, something inspired them to create them. 

Take notice to,in my opinion, art is not something that can be taught. It is one of those God-given talents that people just have. Like poetry, it takes a special talent to be able to use and express your emotions in an art form. 

I am always interested as to what the person was thinking when they created their art piece. We forget to remember what all went into the making of what we see before our eyes. It was once a white canvas, bare of inspiration, thoughts, negative emotions, positive emotions, time, sweat, tears, passion, love, beauty......