I always say that art museums are the apothecaries for my soul. Art heals me. In museums, I feel free and I don’t need to pretend. It alleviates my self-delusion of being a loner. But then, the time comes when I don’t think I can describe it the same way again. It no longer heals me, saudades created instead. The memories from my last visit was structured emotions which are life-enhancing yet so hard to forget. It lingered longer than usual and it still haunts me. I’m afraid that visiting museums will never be quite better like before, because of someone’s absence that gone dormant in every corners presence. These are the last photos of me in those museums. This is how I was seen through that particular lens; candid, fragile, amazed and in love. I will leave it here to remember a nostalgic and matured yearning, mixed with thankfulness that life has let me witness and experience something so beautiful with YOU 🌻 #internationalmuseumday
