When I was in New York for the first time a few years back, I went to a bunch of museums (mostly because it was too damn hot to do anything outside). I bought a book of tickets to various museums and attractions (ah, Empire State Building, where you stand in line to stand in line to get into the building and stand in line, and then about four more lines before you get to the terrace and have to fight your way through all the crowds NEVER AGAIN OMG), and one of them was the Guggenheim. I’m not much for going to museums and looking at paintings (at least these ones were nice to look at, there was the time my mom took me to MoMA and I got seriously freaked out looking at the Picassos and had to sit in front of the Pollock for twenty minutes until I calmed down) (I prefer things like the Natural History Museum – DINOSAURS YAYE), but hey, I had the tickets, so I went.
Anyway. I was at the Guggenheim, going around, listening to the audio guide thingy, and there was this painting, Manet’s Before the Mirror. And there I was, getting kinda tired of walking around most of the day, and there was a bench in front of it, so I had a seat. And for some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and just kept staring and staring and staring…
I don’t know if it was the fatigue, or the heat, or just me hallucinating in the middle of the goddamned Guggenheim, but I could swear that she moved. To this day, I vividly remember her turning her head to look over her shoulder and stare back.
I got out of there pretty damned fast after that. I wonder if I’ll ever have the guts to go back and look at it again. @____@