My Getty Experience

The Getty Museum is definitely a utopia for my mom and I. She was able to accompany me on the field trip today and I am so grateful that she could experience this day with me. The atmosphere opened a new door for us. This day is a day that I will remember and cherish for the rest of my life. My mom and I were on a personalized schedule that worked out the best for us. We got to experience different expressions and outlooks portrayed by the artists.
We noted trends in the type of drawings consistent with most exhibits. We joked that there may have only been one artist during that time. The lady lying on her side on the steps of the entry way caught our attention. My mom and I tried guessing where she was from. We examined all physical features on her person and noticed that you can place her in a Spanish origin. It was a game we played throughout each building. The tapestry room in the 2nd building was breathtaking. The giant red room consumed me with envy. To think that someone actually had/has a room like that was incredible. I would love to have a room like that. The giant mantel made me imagine that there was a notch to be touched and the inside would rotate leading to a secrete passage. That room has such a strong and bold yet, elegant and proper presence. Each room that followed was evenly breathtaking. The huge beds made us giggle. They looked like giant, over exaggerated dogs beds. All jokes aside, with the combination of lack of sleep and waking up early, we wanted to climb into them and sleep.
The outside offerings were just as appreciated as the inside of the Getty. The panoramic views were majestic. The gardens were exotic. It created incredible conversations between my mom and me. The scenery was heavenly, which in a positive way brought up my mom illness. There is a lot of information that I still don’t know about the disease. We cried together while gazing at each other with love and respect for one another. That was our moment, to be forever imprinted into our minds. We definitely are going to return someday soon.
I love the connection between art and English. Art is for the people who may not know how to interpret their message in words. I would love to take classes that teach how to interpret those messages. I learned that I take naturally beauty offered right in front of me for granted. I sometimes am stuck with the thought that you have to go somewhere far and foreign for the sights that I saw today. The Getty was an example on why I am wrong.