Impressions; museums (jamesg.blog)
¶This week, I have been thinking about how these [souvenirs] are only the beginning of what I “bring back” from museums. After I visit a museum, I bring home memories of art, maps of the space I walked through, memories of specific places, of the people with whom I visited a museum, of all the moments I had before, during, and after my visit.
¶I bring back the feeling of moving between rooms – of noticing that the narrow entranceway with two small doors is an opportunity to be kind to others by holding the door open, of feeling the textures change beneath my feet as I go from the stone floor of the entrance to the carpeted area of the museum, and of feeling textures of the carpet change as I move between rooms and floors and spaces. I bring back my memories of the architecture: the tall ceilings, the pillars, the walls, the rooms, how rooms connect.
¶I have wonderful memories of many works of art we saw and learned about in those museums and all the others we’ve visited over the years, of course, but I always seem to walk away with memories of the physical aspects of museums. This is true of my visits to non-museums, too, but it somehow seems to be more pronounced with museums. Maybe there’s something about the necessary elements of a museum that enhance a desire to remember the physical aspects of place, or maybe the seemingly singular purpose of a museum forces me to think about other things while visiting. The memories seem to be fully intertwined with the art, too; they always surface whenever I recall some of my favorite works from the museums. It’s a twofer of sorts, and I love that.
¶And it’s nice to see someone else thinks about those aspects of museums, too.
