In one of many visits to Beaubourg "museum" I stood in front of a Picasso's painting and it was like being transported to someplace else.
I don't remember the painting.
It's difficult to describe the feeling when in front of certain art works something happens that prevents any judgement, any critic, any thought.
Time standstills, I feel mesmerized, the space surrounding me disappears and there's only me, the painting and this incredible feeling of wander.
This is one of the numerous ways I appreciate art.
I'll try to talk about the others.
This is the first one
