At the Museo Novecento, a modern arts museum in Florence, we looked through this little cylindrical object and what you may not be able to see is that it starts in one room and goes into a separate room so when you look through it you have no idea what you're looking at. To go into the other room to see that you were looking at a painting on a wall is strange, because I thought that I was looking at something that was possibly inside the cylinder. Perspective is always something I like to engage in. I don't like looking at things from one direction, because there could be a hundred different ways to engage in that thing, but it might not even be by just looking from different directions. It could be just from listening or smelling or trying to put yourself in the place of the object or in the place of the person. What if I was that painting be stared at all day through a cylinder. I would feel pretty misunderstood, but maybe more than that I would feel not relief, but a sense of completeness when people would come into the other room and could clearly see who I am.
We got into the museum for free that day because it was a day of remembrance of Jews kept in concentration camps in the area during the Holocaust. This is a picture I took of some quotes from the information boards. The Holocaust has been something that would be nice to forget, but it cannot be forgotten, because it would be dangerous to strip ourselves of the memory of the murder of millions of people. I would say that the movie, Schindler's List, is a terrifyingly deep, but honest introduction to what the Holocaust is about and what it means about humanity. I went to a Holocaust museum on the east coast of the US in eighth grade where I saw piles and piles of shoes of the people that were taken to work and death camps. They have videos and pictures of acts the of dehumanization. The Holocaust was well-documented, so although it might not be the biggest mass murder of a group of people in the history of the world, the memory is well-preserved. I read Ellie Wiesel's, Night, in high school about his personal account as a captured Jew who survived. I'm reading another book about about another personal account called If This is a Man or Survival in Auschwitz by Primo Levi.
Of all the art pieces, I enjoyed these legs the most, which might seem funny. However, I like them because they make me think about the effort of movement. The part of our legs that are necessary to go forward are not always noticed. It's easy to take for granted the things that we do every day. This image emphasizes the lines of the muscles in the legs and I enjoy seeing something that shows the details of what is going on inside rather than just showing and expressing the outside image.
EVERYTHING MIGHT BE DIFFERENT
~Analise
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