VISIT TO THE J. PAUL GETTY MUSEUM

I wake up on a cool Thursday morning filled with excitement on the fact that I would be visiting the Getty Museum that day. I find my way through a quick and fulfilling breakfast, and head out on the freeway towards my destination. After of about an hour drive, we pull up to the Getty parking lot and watch in amazement of our destination. The Getty never seems to disappoint us when it comes to candy for the eyes. As we walk through the line formations to get into the tram that leads to the museum, I get tiny butterflies because of the experience. Somehow, the tram always makes me very nervous, especially since the height is overwhelming as it leads us up the hill and to the museum.

We finally get our chance to get into the tram and make our way up the beautiful hill. The picturesque city of Los Angeles waits below us and it watches us ascend into a world of art and wonder. Our stop is just at the very bottom of the stairs that leads up to the museum.

We walk out with wide eyes at the beauty of it all. I immediately want to run up the stairs and talk a brief walk through their garden, and this is exactly what I do.

After my walk through the garden, I made my way back up to the cafe and decided which route I would take through all the wings.

As I started making my way through the wings, I felt alive. I'm not an art major but there is something that it does to me. I am a writer, so seeing something as beautiful as the works of art that were displayed before me, became sort of an inspiration for a new short story/poem. All of this halted when I walked up to a painting that seemed to stun me with mysteriousness and magnificence. This painting was called The Alchemist. In my next post, I will go on telling about the picture and showing its features of greatness. I was stuck staring at the picture for a while before I had the will to go on and look at other pieces of art work.

The whole day was filled went on, more or less, in this manner. I almost felt sadness when I had to board the tram to head back home, but I knew I was going home with more of a perspective on the art world. The garden had the natural beauty, while the art work inside the museum's wings, captured the natural beauty in such a picturesque way. It was almost as if I was looking into two different worlds as I was glancing outside and into the world that was photographed/painted/drawn or even sculpted by the artists.

I watch as kids learned the different themes and textures of the art works and I watched as the tourists crowded around their tour guide to see the special art work they were pointing out.

Overall the day went rather well and I found myself loving the Getty just as I always have since I was a kid in elementary school, looking forward to seeing all the "pretty pictures."