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My friend took me to the Museum of Art to see an exhibition of Van Gogh’s
paintings. He was a prominent deaf painter and “How boring!” I thought,
“Just some stupid paintings.” But when I got to the museum and saw his paintings I thought, “Wow! There is so many details in his pictures.
And then I was looking at one of his paintings called “Vincent's Chair with His Pipe ” when suddenly it seemed as though the chair was the most important part of that moment I was living.

I focused on the picture of the chair since I wanted to know what the artist wanted to express with these paintings, at that same moment I
remembered the words of my grandmother, "curiosity killed the cat" but I didn't
worry about the old sayings. I would have given a penny for Vincent's houghts. In
that same second a guy approached me. He was a worker from museum and I thought might kill two birds with one stone solving my doubt asking something
clever about the painting and about the museum in itself. I started asking about the picture; he replied to me that Van Gogh wanted to express how important simplicity was to him by painting a poor chair .  By including his pipe and tobacco, and his name signed in the background, the object becomes instantly personalized . I said good-bye to the guy and I was leaving I swear to God I saw Vicent looking at me . sitting on his chair smoking his pipe.
This was just my firt visit to a Museum. It hasn't been the last.

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Hopper,Office at night. Business Studies.

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Hopper,Office at night. Business Studies.

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It was very late. Through the opened window the night seemed to reach the office. There was still much work to do and many things to think about. That last month had been particularly hard because many customers had been lost, due to the unfovourable economic situation.

He had spent all day there, locked, checking accounts and papers, silent, taciturn and a bit worried. He looked seriously at all the bills while thinking what had gone wrong. He checked again all his notes thinking about what he could to, hoping that a magic solution or a brilliant idea would come quicklly to his mind.

She no longer knew what to do, how to help. She just stood in silence, staring at him, wishing things were different, hoping a soft smile to return to his handsome face. She just expected some order  that would cheer him up.

She really though highly of him and hated to complain about her situation. She knew he had put all his hopes in this company and she did not want it to end up as a failure.

It would be a long night, they both knew it. The could not leave without a final solution and she was willing to suppor him in everything, as always.

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 Brueghel,Children Games. By First Year.

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 Brueghel,Children Games. By First Year.

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My friend took me to the Museum of Arts to see an exhibition of Pieter
Brueghel's paintings. He was a famous Renaissance painter. “How
boring! I thought, “Just some stupid paintings”. “But when I
got to the museum and saw his paintings I thought, “Wow! There is
so much action in his pictures. It's as if the world were alive!”
And then I was looking at one of the paintings called 'Children
Games' when suddenly it seemed as though the people in the picture
were moving. I stared at the picture in a daze. It wasn't possible,
was it? I looked at the pciture again I was impressed anout how many
details the painter had shown. All of a sudden I highlit on a couple
located in the centre of the frame, who seemed to be ready to start a
quarel. They looked at me, stopped for a while, and smiled. Maybe
there were not going to argue after all.

I gasped. There were two ladies feeding the birds. They greeted me happily.

It looked like a representation of every day life in a small village.

I was astonished how the painter managed the shadows, the colours. I
could live the scene and be part of it. I was there.

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Hopper, Edward.Woman in the sun. By Second Year.

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Hopper, Edward.Woman in the sun. By Second Year.

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My friend took me to the Museum of Art to see an exhibition of Edward Hopper’s paintings. He was a prominent American realist painter and “How boring!” I thought, “Just some stupid paintings.” But when I got to the museum and saw his paintings I thought, “Wow! There is so much sadness in his pictures.
And then I was looking at one of his paintings called “Woman in the sun ” when suddenly it seemed as though the woman in the picture was moving. I stared at the picture in a daze. It wasn’t possible, was it? I looked at the picture again and again in astonishment and at that moment the naked woman looked at me too and I realized how gorgeous she was. She looked pale and it seemed to me she had been sobbing her heart out for a long time. “What is happening to her”, I wondered.

Suddenly she jumped out of the picture. I was paralyzed with fear and I gasped. To my relief she didn't even looked at me. She was desperately looking for something then she jumped into another painting and picked an old lady's jacket. She only wanted some clothes because she was likely embarrassed about the situation. Now her sadness had disappeared . She came closer to me and gave me a lovely kiss.