I used to get in trouble every time I'd go to a museum.
Without fail, a museum guard would scold me for being too close to the art. I've never actually ever touched any of it, but I'm pretty sure I got marked a few times, because guards would follow me around throughout my whole visit. It was a running joke among my friends and family, one that we all still laugh about.
As an art student, it was an obvious sign that I was made for a more hands-on approach to art as opposed to an academic one. As an adult, I've come to realize that it's so much more than that. I love modern art so deeply that I just wanted to be in it. And if I couldn't be in it, I wanted to be as close to it as possible. I wanted to see and feel every line, stroke, color and mistake.
I really don't understand why the guards had a problem with that. Maybe they just didn't appreciate art in the way that I did. Maybe it was their job. But really, they should've known I wasn't going to ACTUALLY touch anything. Am I right?
My getting-too-close-to-the-art days are over (I swear I haven't gotten into trouble in years.), but the moral of the story is this. When you're that deeply passionate about something, you're probably going to break the rules. And that's ok.
Even if you piss off a few museum guards.
Love, Light + Warm Cups of Chai Tea,