As an introvert, very few places make me feel fully comfortable. When I am somewhere outside my house, it feels like I have temporarily abandoned my nest, my hearth, to a place that cannot make me feel the warmth that my couch does.
That being said, museums are one of the very few places that make me feel like home, regardless of the fact that they are, most of the times, in a foreign country. Every time I find myself in a museum, it feels like I am in a bubble, quietly moving through different rooms, contemplating on what’s on the walls rather than who is inside the room. It’s a peculiar feeling, since I feel like every single person in a museum is zoned out as well, and the whole thing feels like a quiet agreement between art lovers.
While I was in Venice last week, I visited the Peggy Guggenheim Collection on the Grand Canal. Not having received my luggage for over 24 hours, I was somewhat grumpy having to wear recently-bought, unwashed clothes, having frizzy hair and a ghost-like face. After I began wandering through the museum, which was remarkable by the way, I entirely forgot my minor misfortune and was mesmerised by the artworks. Below, are some of my favourite.
