I paid a visit to the MFA (Museum of Fine Arts) one night last week for an Architecture class assignment. I walked through the first level of the Arts of the America's wing looking for something interesting to draw.
Then walked back to the front of the gallery to where this Grecian Couch from the 1800's sat on display. It was the first object that had caught my eye when I first entered the hall. It also had very intricate detail. I stood there for a little over a half hour, sketching. There were a ton of sculptures and statues I could've opted to draw, austere and colorless, they stared down at me as I moved past them, but I wasn't looking for anything easy.
It was another moment of realization in this ongoing inner journey of self study I find myself in. Studying the Grecian couch made me understand why I gravitate toward the more challenging options, what requires attention to detail. A little more effort and close examination. I tend to think it is reflective of my own preferences of people, the few I want to look at a little longer, while wondering if the palm of their hands are rough or smooth. What were they like as children, and what principles do they live by, and why? What color are their eyes, and how many scars do they have beneath the layers?
