#museums aesthetic

[romantic-elegies]

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one's own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

-Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out

[alejandrosdesk]

upon finding a deeper appreciation for local contemporary art

pinto art museum in rizal, philippines

[melodyanne]

And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.

[szpetne]

Museums - Cemeteries Of Gods

Here they are, oh how low have they fallen. They used to look down on us mortals from their golden thrones up in the sky. They were our fate and we couldn’t live without them, we couldn’t die without them, and in a desperate attempt of begging this stone-cold life circle for mercy, we started worshipping them. Little did we know the power it gave us.

These Beings, old as the universe itself, could be contained, so we did. We contained them in paintings, prayers, and sculptures. For the first centuries of our existence these sculptures,would look down on us, basking in their glory in all gold templates. But the time, the one true and all powerful force that exists isn’t merciful either for us or gods. And so they were forgotten, slowly buried in sand, dirt, and blood. Just like that they spent their days forgotten, invisible to the world, not expecting what became of it.

But there came the times and people, who arrived into the lands that weren’t theirs or their ancestors, to the lands they had no claims to. And they found them, shoving off the centuries worth of history. Amazed by the beauty of the craft, or the history they were bearing; either way, completely blind to what was inside them.

And what was it? Well, as we all know, the only way to kill a god is to forget it. And this of course takes time, lots of time. And they were there in their tombs, almost dead, but not quite. A few years more, a few more wars, few more religions, maybe, and they could pass away, dissolve into nothing and once again be the part of the universe. But that’s not what happened, as you know. Their peace was disturbed and, now there’s no going back for them.

And here I am, walking among them. These beautiful sculptures - their earth form, and their prison. Aligned into never ending displays, in this city that is also old as time itself. And beautiful, so beautiful. Unexpectedly, this beauty is the doom of gods. Thousands of people every day, walking past them, seeing them - meaning they can’t die anymore. They once more exist in the minds of people. But we’re not worshipping them anymore. Webrush past them, acknowledging the beauty of the craft, but not them. They can’t be alive either.

And so this is the story of how we, the humankind, have the power to be the doom of gods. It reaches through history. It was the work of all generations. And like them in the beginning, we are not merciful either. We won’t let them slip into soft nothingness of death, no. We have sentenced them to the cruelest thing both gods and people can imagine - into existence without meaning.

[lafaymorgane]

Lost in museums - aesthetic

[soft-lovely]

cats belong in dark academia