A sensation of peace came over me as I entered the main exhibition hall of the museum. I could feel my breathing slow down and get deeper. I don’t know much about art or artists. I cannot distinguish this-ism from that-ism, and I have never been praised for my sense of aesthetics. However, there is something about visiting museums that makes me relax. Maybe it is the big empty spaces. Maybe it is the leisurely stroll. Maybe it is because I stop thinking and just stare at the objects without judging them. I don’t understand why I feel this way. I just do. And I like it.
