A Visit To A Museum

Douglas Crimp begins his essay by delivering a story about a librarian, Julia Van Haaftan and how she was interested in the photography organization at the Art and Architecture Division of the New York Public Library. In addition, Crimp delivers his most enlightening and meaningful point by explaining how Julia Van Haaftan is also now a “director of the Photographic Collections Documentation Project”. She discovered several lost books and photographs, which she researched, re-categorizing, and placed them under the photography or art category in the photographic collection. I found this section of the essay entertaining because it demonstrates that the history books can get lost

As Edgar Degas once said, “ Art is not what you see, but what others make you see”. The St. Louis Art Museum is a place for artist to display their art and give spectators the option to see art from a new perspective. This was the case for me. As we walked up to the beautifully structured building that stood so tall and wide, my expectations were extremely high. At first glance I notice the bronze statue of King Louis IX of France riding high on his horse. From this statue alone, my expectations of the art museum grew stronger. I have never been to an art museum before, so I wasn’t sure of what to expect. My first expectation was to see huge detailed sculptures right as I walked through the door. That expectation didn’t come true.

During my visit to the Brooklyn Museum, I found it both intriguing and informative. The layout of the exhibition was divided into about three to four sections. Each section of the museum represented a movement of the 60’s. The themes represented were segregation of blacks and whites, how they tried to gain equality and the changes they anticipated would happen in the future. The artwork throughout the exhibit was displayed in a varying gradient of black and white to colors.

When we visited the Mutter Museum, I was mesmerized by the amount of fascinating artifacts, collection of specimens, models, as well as the extensive variety of medical instruments. The College of Physicians of Philadelphia is replete with some of the preeminent artifacts and sets of anatomical specimens in America. As a student, I was deeply intrigued by nearly everything. I was astounded by the amount of richness and diversity that makes up the history and culture of medicine. Out of all the exhibits in the Mutter Museum, I was strongly inclined and intrigued by the exhibit of the plaster cast and conjoined liver of the “Siamese twins” Chang and Eng. These two Thai conjoined twins were born in 1811. They came to the United States in 1829 to tour and perform. Chang and Eng eventually married sisters and bought adjacent farms near the lands of North Carolina during the early 1840’s. This exhibit along with countless number of expositions of the malformations of human beings ignited a very strong interest for the subject of teratology. And it was at that moment, as I stared into the unbelievable anatomy of these incredible creatures, that I made the decision of pursuing the subject of teratology for this particular research essay.

When a museum has prestige on a national level, they can be under high scrutiny of exhibits or objects displayed by the public. Controversial topics, for example, the Enola Gay exhibit, has left historians hesitant and confused on how to create exhibits with correct history, but also not upsetting any individual who were involved with said history. Historians have a trying task of addressing both sides of a historical event, even though it might depict individuals in an unflattering way. A historian is not allowed to have a bias for events, this could have an impact on the way an exhibit is created. Another point that was brought to light in Bunch’s article was museums have the ability to educate the public, so difficult topics should not be

The sounds loud, deafening even, as shots rang out. The fighting raged on, over to the left, an explosion went off, knocking a young man off his feet, pain stung his arms, legs, his body, as he fell to the ground, first to his knees then to his hands. His face hit the dirt. The sounds were loud, deafening even, as more shots rang out, and then the sounds were just in the background, a distant memory, the young man faded, but as he did, he did for his country. Before I walked into The Coles Museum, after I left, and during my time there, I had, and still am thinking and pondering greatly on what freedom is, and what it means to me. Freedom is a power, freedom is a privilege, and we have it because of our veterans and those who fight.

17. On my museum experience, I took it in like every other visit to the museum I have ever had: much like other children expressed wonder and amazement at a circus performance or sports game; I was awestruck and mesmerized by the colors, the atmosphere, and the same restrained joy that I felt evident in the eyes of all the other observers. My girlfriend and I made our way through the museum, blending in with crowds of other viewers to see Cezanne, Gauguin, Brueghel, O’Keefe and the like in the permanent collection, making time to go from one end of the spectrum to the other. But my heart has always had a soft spot for

The museum exhibit on the Westward Expansion displayed images of settlers traveling in horse-drawn carriages.

The Mona Lisa. Venus de Milo. Little Dancer of Fourteen Years. Those are just three of hundreds individual masterpieces that will leave a visitor speechless. A full appreciation of the wonders of the Louvre is impossible just seeing an on-line photo. They must be seen in person to be fully and completely absorbed. A prime example is the Mona Lisa. Although the internet can document the value of this masterpiece painted by Leonardo da Vinci- today it is reportedly valued at nearly 800 million dollars - standing face to face with the Mona Lisa as she stares at you with her soft, yet creepy, eyes gives you a satisfaction that cannot be achieved by visiting a

New York City is the type of place that never seems to lose its magic and mystery no matter how many times I walk the streets and tour the museums. Something about New York has always felt like home, and the city’s life and color never fail to amaze me. Although my family and I have spent many wonderful days wandering around the city, the day that we spent in Central Park last summer will always be be a memory that I will never forget.

This was actually my first visit to this museum since I have gone to Kennesaw. My expectations were pretty high initially upon going, because I have heard so many things about it from my peers. Just by their opinions, and my love for art I have myself, I was actually excited about going in to take a look. I must say, I was not disappointed by any of the art work I saw in there. I really enjoyed the exhibit of work from some students from a high school around this area. It really shows that the college really supports the youth of the future and their passion for art as a whole.

Visit any major museum of art, at any given time, and one could find an abundance of monumental names listed on tiny plaques hanging next to even more recognizable works of art. The excitement felt by any art enthusiast when walking into these buildings of time and creation, is undeniable and especially unique. Could it be the atmosphere of the building, the presence of artwork, the people, possibly the grandeur of the space, or perhaps, could it be the spirit of the artists themselves, peering through the work they created?

On September 10 I decided to go to the Hirshhorn museum and sculpture garden located in the national mall in Washington DC. I went along with my family because I would have been by myself on this amazing adventure. The museum was originally endowed through the 1960s with the lasting art collection of Joseph H. Hirshhorn. He expanded his collection of other states such as New York city and Connecticut with extensive area for sculpture. In 1962 Joseph Hirshhorn’s paintings circulated Italy, Israel, Canada, and California state. The building itself is a three-floor museum, an open cylinder elevated on four massive legs, with a large fountain occupying the central courtyard.

Have you ever attended a major art museum like the DIA before? Yes I have attended DIA back in 7 or 8 grade with Port Huron School District.

After getting over my initial reluctance, I got butterflies in my stomach. This was only the 2nd time I’d been to an art museum, so I wanted to make the most of it. When we first arrived, we looked around at some paintings. I visited an exclusive temporary exhibit of Edvard Munch which included a surprising amount of paintings of naked women. Nothing caught my eye in the first few galleries, but then I stumbled on an exhibit called “In Character” by Nam June Paik. As soon as I walked in, I got embarrassingly excited. I constantly had to stop myself from running around the museum like a madman. All the TV sculptures and simple, childlike drawings had been just so incredible to me. The piece that I really enjoyed the most was a sculpture called “Self-Portrait.”