If you're anything like me, aka 99.999999% of the population, you don't go to museums enough. I've always found it so interesting and also alarming that something that can give your soul so much immediate and needed sustenance like an organized collection of art masterpieces, is also something we don't make time for on a regular basis.
Today, however, is not a day like the rest. Today, I'm in Verona, Italy, one of my favorite cities in the world and I'm taking the entire day to visit the incredible Castelvecchio Museum. I put down my book which is nothing original actually, just a Tolkien book, The Two Towers to be specific. And head to the restroom to shower.
Before I do, I grab my phone and blast some music. As I sing "The Clim" loud and embarrassment free, I trim rim my beard, among other parts, and enjoy the hot water. I then put my jeans on, white V neck and black leather jacket. I get to the lobby and ask the concierge for a taxi to the museum. I like so many different kinds of art but there's something about Medieval works that really impact me... Knights in armor, battles, princesses, queens, war, blood, carnage, violence, beauty, fields, mountains, screams, swords. Basically all of it, and maybe it was the LOTR book I was reading.
After buying my ticket and getting the map I make my way around. Thankfully the place is virtually empty. Lots of it were under renovation and their big exhibit that brought people from all over the world had ended the week before. I like it though, the less people the better.
I spent what felt like 4 hours walking around ever since hall, stopping by every since sculpture, painting and weapon. I walk to a courtyard to get some fresh air and have a seat to recharge momentarily but it's pretty damn cold so I just walk in seconds after. As I walk back in, I noticed an entry way, sort of tucked away which I had originally thought it must be a restroom or a service room but I was curious so I just went towards that direction. I walk down this long hall for about 20 yards. This was clearly a room in construction and there were some tools and debris. I could see a big opening on the left but it was covered by a tarp.
Naturally, I take a peek and realize there's a gorgeous room in there. It was completely magnetic and it definitely drew me to there. I knew I had to be there.
The room had just one painting. I was directly in front of me as I walked in, about 20 feet from the makeshift door. I am completely drawn to this masterpiece. The amount of detail and absolute magnificence is breathtaking. The painting portrayed a beautiful queen, regal and majestic, with a sword knighting a warrior. Now, I've seen a few of these type of themes for a painting and most of us are familiar with "The Accolade" but this was different. Way older, one of those pieces of art that awake in us a memory, more than an opinion. Almost as if you're looking at an old picture, like you've been there and were either the people involved, or just an observer.
I stared at this for a good hour, honestly. Trying to notice every single detail and I realize something unique. On the drape, behind the protagonists, there an odd shape or symbol that feels like it doesn't belong there but it does, all at the same time. A geometric shape that without a doubt has deep meaning and its a message for whomever sees, you just have to look for it.
Right when I'm making all kinds of assumptions and running through scenarios as to why that is there and what the creator wanted to emote, I am startled by a sweet, gentle, yet assertive voice. The voice asks: "What do your human eyes see?"
I cannot believe I'm hearing this. Not only did I now expect that voice but that sentence.... The way that question is framed is artistic. Just like when Aragorn asked: "Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see?" I know its silly and might seem meaningless to you as a reader, but trust me. When things matter and move us, they matter and move us.
I turn around and see you sitting at a bench. What a sight for tired legs and attentive eyes... Shoulder length hair, a purple and white flannel shirt, a pink shirt, which looks comfy as hell, and some cute boots. I was getting ready to answer but without saying a word you point to the open space next to you and guide me to sit. I gladly agree and since the bench is so small I don't have a choice but to sit next to you. You look at me and expect a reply. I try not to fumble my words, not because the answer is complex and I don't want to get it wrong, but because of your super cute dimples and gorgeous lips. I'm positive that whatever eloquence I can muster and however deep I want to get, all I know is that there's no other work of art in that room but your mouth.
I proceed to stare at you and notice every single stunning centimeter of your face. Your lips, your eyes, your perfect eyebrows, eyelashes and cheekbones. I notice your eyes staring at my big, juicy lips. The energy that we feel, whether it's us, the art or the cold weather, is making us get closer and closer and I lean in a begin kissing you.
