I went to the Met in NYC this Saturday for 4 hour by myself so I could look at acres and acres of paintings. I could go on about this experience, but I'll just ask: well, what does it do to your own mind after seeing such beauty and genius? It scrambles it up, shocks it into mush, sends it into a fit of darkness/piercing bright light and leaves you spent that's what.
Here is where I started today.
This is about an hour into today's session, I had a hard time getting a grip.
This is just a few minutes shy of the end of the session, a bit over 1 1/2 hrs today, I really did get lost, and wasn't sure of the way home, I guess I started back, but wanted to look at this more at home before I made any more judgments.