Waking up
on a cloudy day suck and it take some motivation to dress up but in San
Francisco there is a way to shine up your day a little. I decided to immerse myself into modern art and I headed out for SFMOMA museum. The visit was
interesting. I was impressed by the magnificence for certain artworks. The second
floor was dedicated to photography. I was really excited to see this
exhibition. I admired the human's nature's beauty through the eyes of awesome
photographs.
I walked
into a small room with walls covered of photos. Broken houses, broken cars,
dirty yards had been photographed. On every picture, I read graffiti. I did not
understand what I was looking at. When I read, “Katrina is a bitch” I
understood. I felt the emotion grabbing me. I started to cry. I could not hold
it in. This talented photograph, Richard Misrach, was telling us a story of
Katrina. The ironic graffiti was the expression of the hurricane’s victim’s
disarray. I felt the pain.
Was it a
pleasant moment? It was wonderful moment. It was the first time that I felt so
emotional watching photos. There is a purpose of pictures exhibitions:
memories. Never forget and always sympathize in the face of human
vulnerability.
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| A Reflection of SFMOMA |
