Today I went to The Met to see the Pen and Parchment and the Francis Bacon exhibit.
But I also wanted to see Vincent. It has been a few months and I had to say Hi. I always take my time with The Met. It is just too much to see in one day.
This museum is alive. You walk in ANY exhibit and you can feel the work move you, talk to you, haunt you. The paintings, the marble, the woodwork even the iron pieces have something to tell you. Just be still long enough to listen.
My favorite piece is Jules Bastien-Lepage's depiction of Joan of Arc. This piece is HUGE and when you finally notice the misty figure of St. Michael, St. Margaret and St. Catherine standing behind her, it can be (depending on your sensitivity) a little scary. The first time I noticed the saints, I was so startled I let out a really awkward and restrained scream.
I also really enjoy the Madonna and Child pieces. These and other religious pieces make my legs go weak. I always feel like I am going to fall or all together faint in the presence of these pieces.
And no matter which exhibit I am there to see, I always make my way back to these. Just to say Hi.
They always make me feel heavy and light, happy and sad, strong and weak all at the same time.
After all the walking, I really didn't have the energy to check out the other exhibits. So I went to the cafeteria and started a new piece in my journal.