Something that Speaks to Me
I really enjoyed the trip to the MIA we took for class. I love looking at other people's creations. A lot of the art doesn't really speak to me, though. I can appreciate it, but it won't strike any deeper tones within me. While I was having a good time looking at all the different pieces, I was afraid that I would never find one that I could truthfully do my presentation on. At long last, after aimlessly wandering through room after room of chairs and ceramics and textiles, I finally stepped into a room that had photo after photo framed along the walls. I made it nearly around the whole room before I stopped in front of one picture and couldn't step away. At last, I'd found something that spoke to me.