Museum [Theme]

The other day I visited the doll museum. How everything is sensual, warm and tender. Not at all the same as among people.

An ideal relationship is not a house, but a museum where you can’t touch beautiful things, rustle wrappers and laugh out loud.

Anatolyevna and would have watched what they wanted there.

As elsewhere, I also got acquainted mainly with museums and cathedrals here - not because I loved God or art, but simply because cathedrals and museums did not ask for documents. Before the crucifixion and paintings, it was still possible to remain just a person, and not a subject with dubious documents.

Well, then deal with your shit! Collect it and put it in your backpack! All the shit - collect it in a heap!
And if you need to put it all somewhere, take it to a store and sell it, or take it to the Museum! I don't care what you do to him! Just deal with it! Deal with your shit!

It smelled of dust, dead air and immortality.

... You can’t invade someone else’s world like that, from a breeze. After all, entering a temple, museum, library or theater, we usually always restrain ourselves and begin to speak in an undertone, no matter what happens inside us. The world of another person is also a temple. And he must be treated with equal respect ...

But I want to note that the idea of turning Venice into a museum is just as ridiculous as the desire to revive it by pouring in fresh blood. First, what counts as fresh blood always ends up as plain old urine. And secondly, this city is not suitable for museums, as it is itself a work of art, the greatest masterpiece created by our species. You do not bring a picture to life, much less a statue. You leave them alone, protect them from vandals - the hordes of which may include you.

I would put this picture in a museum, on a world exhibition in the theme: "Leisure of happy people"...
... and there's a picture. A room with soft-lamp light, small clouds of smoke, laughter at the level of experiences multiplied by ... [ «Ψ³Hz» | ' * ' | «PsiCubaHerz» ] ... cold but soft, blue screen light... table, on the table something from powders and tablets, something from blades of grass (straws da bongi) and other dripped pictures, from happy psychotropic curves, magic solutions garden tomatoes ... in general, a table for space negotiations... two joysticks, two people, two smiles... two pairs of happy eyes... music... evening and stars..
... and no fuss, no people and socially coercive affairs, routine work... nothing but the carefree world of the two people living in it.

Instead, I go down to the second-hand basement. I am here often - looking for something to decorate my life with my mother. I choose for a long time and carefully, like a dresser before a new performance. They know me and leave special things especially for me. Velvet gloves with cropped fingers, multicolored sneakers, strange corsets with underwire, dresses that seem to have jumped out of the crowd at a concert of the Abba group, old Indian bags embroidered with beads ... I only leave sneakers for myself, the rest goes to my museum, for which I have equipped pantry. Mom sometimes goes there when the mood is bad, or it's raining all day, or she just wants to sit in silence among the shelves with fancy English shoes, among striped dresses and old trinkets I have picked up.

Retreating from Mikhalovskoye, the Nazi invaders ravaged the museum and took the library with them to Germany.

I'm going on a long journey.

Looking at the "virgin of the rocks", the visitor of the National gallery (thanks to all that he heard and read about this picture) would feel about the following: "I stand in front of her. I can see it. This painting by Leonardo is not like any other painting in the world. The National gallery stored its original. If I'm diligent enough to look at her, you can sense its authenticity. "Madonna of the rocks" Leonardo da Vinci: it is authentic and therefore beautiful!"
To reject such feelings as naive would be wrong. They correspond to a complex view of specialists in the art, to which is written the catalogue of the National gallery. An article about "the virgin of the rocks" one of the longest in it. It is fourteen pages in small print. And not a word about the meaning of this picture. It tells about who ordered this picture, on the legal disputes about who she belonged to, about the probable date of its creation, the families of its owners. For this information there are years of researches, aimed to dispel the slightest doubt that this picture really painted by Leonardo. The second goal is to prove that is almost identical to the picture stored in the Louvre is a copy that hangs in the National gallery.
French art historians try to prove the opposite.

All dream of becoming better to lose a few pounds, read a few books, go to a Museum, to fall in love with classical music... actually, I just want to eat donuts, to politival magazines and listen to pop music.