European Art and it's Complications

When I walked into the Met, they were checking bags. That message made me feel weird. I mean why would people have any bias towards a museum? They're free, and non-profit. Anyways moving on to the art in the musuem. We went through some pieces of nice european art, but over time they looked all the same, because the women always had bonnets and big bulky skirts, so you can't really differentiate from a housewive in europe to another. The men in Europe always had a complicated grimace about them. The painter probably wants me to interpret the sad grave story this young man had, but I can't that. All I see is a man with a twisted mirthless smile, with grave eyes. That man has a story to tell! Then there were these statues that depicted people that could possibly have been petrified while screaming for their lives. But there were some happy ones. Like the guy that beheaded Medusa. He was giving a wan smile, while holding a bloody head like a trophy for all to see.