Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Michael C. Carlos Museum

The Museum of Natural History is an enchanting place for children of all ages, but it is an especially important place for Holden Caulfield. The Museum is a known certainty in Holden’s inconsistent life, where the glass displays always remain the same. Holden has been relocated to many different boarding schools, and few things remain constant throughout his life. As a result of this he clings on to this one place, the Museum of Natural History, because even if Holden, himself, returns to the museum different, “the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole…and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket,” (Salinger, 157-158). In Holden’s ideal world, life should mimic the museum exhibits, where everything is simple, people never come and go, and everything remains frozen in time forever. In The Catcher in the Rye, one symbol J. D. Salinger uses is the Museum of Natural History to show how Holden’s fear of variation makes him hold onto the past, and how he fears mental change even more than just aging physically.

Never before have I seen a museum as grand as the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. From its architecture to its massive art collection, The Met has a little bit of everything and one is sure to find something that captures his or her interest. Considering that The Met is the United States' largest art museum, it is easy to get lost within its many corridors and wings. My visit to The Met took place during the last week of July. Despite the almost unbearable heat and humidity that hung in the air, visiting museums under these climate conditions is a welcome respite from a suffocating, yet bright summer afternoon.

On September 2nd I took a trip to the Michael C. Carlos Museum at Emory in Atlanta. The museum included many art exhibits from ancient cultures around the world. Including pieces from South America, Greece, and Egypt with larger exhibits as well as African and Asian cultures with smaller exhibits.

I hope to see museums make more concerted efforts to educate the public. Too many exhibits are of the “passive, didactic looking” than like the engaging Object Stories program (Dartt, Murawski). Exhibits should seek to tell untold narratives, and programs should be places of communication and cross-cultural encounters. For too long, difficult confrontations have been avoided, both inside the museum, and by dominant communities

When I was younger, my dad and I used to go on dates to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. Although I haven’t been there for over five years now, I still remember one piece of art that took my breath away; not because of the beauty of the artwork, but because of the shiver it sent down my spine, and the uneasy feeling I had when I looked at it. The piece of art that made me so apprehensive was a wax model of a museum security guard. The intricate detail of the figure, including the pores in the skin and the hair on the knuckles, left me wondering if this man were going to suddenly leap forward and yell, “Gotcha!”

During Parent’s Weekend at Marquette, my family and I went to the Haggerty Art Museum. While I pleaded with my family to not go, as I am not a huge art fan, my Mom’s opinion overruled mine. From the outside, Haggerty looked like it would be small, but in reality, was quite large. When walking in, I immediately assumed that the art would not make any sense to me like at most art museums. However, I was quickly proven wrong as a lot of the art we saw was what I would consider impressive. They were not the drawings of a line or pieces that look like a child made them that you see at most museums, but what I call “real art”.

Last summer before school started my sister and I were told that we were going on a trip to Ute Lake in New Mexico. We had never been to New Mexico before, so we were super excited. We were told that we were taking my dad's cousin's jet ski with us. My sister and I could not wait to go to New Mexico.

Early Saturday morning, I attended the Historic Brownsville Museum. I remembered visiting before to utilize the restroom since it was the only building close to the cemetery where I was volunteering. The restrooms were awesome because of their antiquity therefore I attended one more time for this project. As I entered for the second time, I saw shelves of merchandise or souvenirs from the museum. The lady up front charged my friend and I two dollars and gave us directions of the different halls and what types of exhibits we would encounter. We then proceeded to the first exhibits on the right of the entrance. I was ready for this adventure!

Recently a friend and I ventured into Bellevue Arts Museum, we were both slight annoyed with our inability to find a decent homecoming dress and with a number of people who were still wearing summer clothes as we are admirers of the reason of fall. When we walked in the only thing that was slightly visible to us was a giant stack of about 10 metal chairs. Gingerly we embarked into the elevator that seemed as though it could hold a car. When we finally reached the top floor, we were confused as to why the cords Cut Up/Cut Out were painted onto a plain white wall, as we walked around the floor I in one word was flabbergasted. I had never seen anything done with such precision and care, attention to detail, I could not begin to comprehend the

My experience to the Dallas Museum of Art was a bit different from the last time I had attended the museum. I was curious to see what pieces of art there would be and if it would be the same as the previous visit which was long ago, but to me all the pieces of art were so different and very interesting. It may have been because I saw all the pieces in a new perspective since learning about the different types of paintings there can be and knowing how and where sculptures come from. Even though I do not know much of art I really gave it a try into seeing what the artist may have wanted us to get out of his work. By reading a view of the chapters made me aware of art, I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but it was actually nice knowing that a

I visited the Museum of Latin American Art, which was founded in 1996 in Long Beach California, which expands the knowledge and appreciation for modern and contemporary Latin American art through its collections, exhibitions, educational programs, and engaging cultural events. It had a sculpture garden and expanded its permanent collection, from the works by Tamayo and Matta to Cruz- Diez, Los Carpinteros, and Tunga.

Jan van Eyck was active since 1422 and died in 1441. He was the most celebrated painter of the fifteen-century in Europe. One of his famous works is “The Last Judgment”. At first sight this work immediately attracted my attention. The painting’s stunning colors and the fact that it reminded me of a previous similar work I have seen, triggered in my mind. The material that is used is oil on canvas, transferred from wood. The size of this work is 22 1/4 *7 2/3 in. (56.5 * 19.7cm).

I stand here under the hot sun with sweat pouring down my cheeks eagerly awaiting our club’s trip to the Orange County Museum of Art, my first trip to a museum since moving here to the United States. I wonder when the other members will arrive, maybe I arrived a little early. I am a bit excited. I think about the countless opportunities to grow and discover more about myself being a member of the art club has given me.

Hullo folks it’s Joe here. I know what you’re thinking , Joe would not be my first choice for a sarcastic british bloke in a pink suit either , but it wasn’t my choice to make ,it was Andy Warhol’s. Anyway let’s get on to the story. It’s about my everyday (or every night) life. You’ll get to meet some of my friends ,enemies ,and frenemies alike.

What a blessing I had today to experience in my own eyes wonderful sights and scenes. Many of you already know that I 'm famous for the mystical experiences I’ve had with Jesus and God in the past. Perhaps you’ve read my book? The Book of Margery Kempe? Yes, I Margery Kemp, got the opportunity to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. There 's over thousands of beautiful artwork, one visit won 't suffice. I was captivated by everything I saw, but I was especially drawn into the magnificent gallery number 305.