Art Museum

After the first steps into the Minneapolis Institute of Art (MIA) I saw a ginormous yellow glasswork hanging from high ceilings that dominate the space. The atmosphere was alluring, mysterious, and thrilling. Thick glass doors and windows formed the entrance of the MIA. The tone has been set. One cannot help but feel welcome. Interestingly this is not just a first time feeling. As second, third, and forth time visitor, I have experienced the same sensation every time. Yet nothing is out of place. The organization of the galleries are well thought out and executed. Each room entertained a certain purpose: a technique, a time period, or a people group. Naturally, some galleries had altered light intensity: dim lighting created a sense of quiet peacefulness; bright light generated liveliness. The top floor thrilled me because of my vast variety of my personal tastes in art. On display were impressionism, modernism, photograph, and contemporary art. Sadly, my love of art does not extend to the styles of the Japanese and Chinese. I find them thick with spiritual entities and deeply rooted in things I do not believe in however beautiful they may be. Overall, the museum provided an impressive collection of artwork from all over the world, from many famous artists’, from many different time periods.