Polaroid Memories

Paint to canvas

LEX;
When did I become such an art nerd? When did art become such an important thing in my life? When did art explain the world to me in a whole new, different way? Well I can't exactly answer that. The truth is, I don't even know myself. And frankly, I don't really care. I appreciate art. Especially the ones that have so much meaning. I've only experienced art from books and museums. Never physically. It's not possible right?
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I was at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, in NYC. I had a check list you see. I had to visit all the wonderful, most famous art museums around the world. Louvre, Paris? Check. British Museum, London? Check. National Gallery, London? Check.

You're probably wondering why I would travel to other countries first, before visiting a museum in my own. Well, Paris and London have always been my 2 major cities to explore. So, I thought why not? Do whatever your heart desires.

I was walking through the grand, gorgeous museum. It really did look wonderful. Too wonderful, in fact. The ceiling was tall. Really tall. The walls were made out of a shiny, gray colored marble, with a hint of gold in it. Even the floor looked marbled as well. Too gorgeous to even be real.

I liked traveling to museums alone. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy company, no. I enjoyed company. I just didn't have anyone to share my love for art with. All my friends, well they didn't appreciate art the way I did. They didn't see art like I did either. They got the idea of how art works, but not in a way to change your perspective about things.

I didn't bother telling them much about famous artists and paintings. It was like talking to someone about a book that you've read a million times, you know how the characters think and act. Yet the other person doesn't quite get it. It was okay though. I liked enjoying something to myself. People think I'm depressed or lonely when I go to museums by myself. I'm not. The truth is, I like figuring things out for myself. Not having one or two extra people asking me questions about something, that I really can't explain.
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As I walked through the museum, slowly and studying each piece of art carefully, I stopped at a wall. It had multiple paintings on it. The room in fact, had multiple paintings on the wall, arranged in a minimalistic way.

I stopped to look at a special painting. One very special to me. Almond blossoms by Vincent Van Gogh. Why was this painting so special to me? Well, I can't really exactly answer that. I've always been drawn to Vincent Van Gogh and his paintings. His life story always struck something in me, that wanted to learn more. Sometimes I wish it was possible to bring back the dead, just so I could talk to him about his paintings.

I stared at the painting. The gorgeous different shades of blue in the background. How the blossoms looked more white than they did pink. "A Van Gogh fan I see?" a soft voice spoke, taking me out of my thoughts and startling me a bit. I turned and looked at the voice that spoke. "Pardon?" I asked, making sure they were talking to me.
"Sorry didn't mean to startle you. I just noticed how intensely you were staring at the painting" they said looking at the painting. Well, he said.

The person next to me was a tan skinned guy. Obviously Korean. He had dark brown colored hair, that actually looked really soft. A jawline that looked like it could cut through glass. A soft face that looked silky and smooth. He was dressed really nicely. A buttoned up shirt, thin black dress pants, shoes that looked like only something Gucci would design.
"Oh well yes. This painting is one of my favorites. I'm really drawn to it" I said softly trying not to be too loud. You really had to keep your voice to a minimum in a museum.

I looked back at the painting, studying it some more. "Awakening and Hope" the guy finally spoke. I looked over at him again, giving him a questioning look, he looked back at me and smiled.
"It's what Van Gogh was going for with this painting. I mean, of course it was a celebration, but it was to bring calmness" he spoke as if he was writing a poem of some sort. But instead of writing it, he spoke it.

"You must know a lot about art?" I asked. "Yes, art is something I really enjoy" he said looking away from the painting and now at me.
"Interesting. Why not join me then?" I've never asked someone to join me on a museum tour before, but he seemed to know what he was talking about so, why not?
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After a while of walking around the museum, with this handsome stranger, I realized I actually enjoyed looking at art with someone else. Well someone who knew something about art.

We talked about a lot of things. Art. Ourselves. More art. It was really nice? I learned that his name was Jimin. He was visiting NYC with his friends on a vacation for a few days. We standing in front of some marbled statues, the ones Michelangelo made. Just staring at the beautifully crafted piece when I heard some voices.
"Ah! Jimin! C'mon we gotta head back to the hotel yea?" A blonde haired boy spoke, trying to not be too loud. He had 5 other guys around him.
"Ah yes Jin, it's about that time" Jimin spoke, looking at his watch. "I'm sorry I have to go now. But I enjoyed talking to you today. Why don't you meet me tomorrow around 2pm? Meet me in Central Park. We can discuss more about our interests?" He asked while smiling. I nodded. "Sure sounds like a plan. I'll be there tomorrow. Bye!"
And with that he smiled and walked away with his friends.