To be in a fairy tale.... in another world, reality, experiencing something new that immerses you in thoughts about life, death and another form of existence. The handiwork of the masters boggles the mind and shock the mind with the work done, the fantasy and the subtleties in the little things. I never thought that I would be so impressed by a seemingly childish exhibition. Super!
It's awful to forget about what you really love and from which you get inspiration, emotional release and peace. And now, as I'm running the text of this post through my head, I'm reminded of theater and paintings... I really love paintings, don't I! My brain is demanding food, having had to go on a strict diet because of work(s).
Also.... I want to learn! Definitely not from the fields of economics, management, engineering and technology. Barista? Sommelier? Massage? Something else... What I've seen has really given me the impetus to rethink the format and format of thinking. I'm sour and don't want to think, see, feel narrowly... want to go beyond the familiar, the familiar, the ordinary and the "necessary" with some "useful" coloring. Otherness...oh yeah! "Living differently" is not first, it's not different. Different comes from within... deeply.
It's amazing that our emotions and perceptions depend on the time of day, season, not to mention mood... Re-watch a favorite play, visit a park at a different time of year, and an exhibition in a different mood!