Upon entering the National Gallery, I was immediately filled with a sense of anxiety and became completely overwhelmed by the amount of people that suddenly seemed to swarm around me. The numerous group tours, the school children, the talking, etc. Everything came at once and was for some reason, most likely due to exhaustion, intensified to no end.
Feeling as though i was crawling my way through an ant hill or scurrying around a maze with hundreds of other mice, I got lost and dizzy weaving in and out of rooms, trying to take in all the famous pieces of art that everyone need to get a taste of. The feeling only remained as i went from room to room, each changing in wall color and lighting to suit the works, and observing countless famous pieces that I had been learning of the past two years. Within each of these rooms I felt forced to navigate myself through twists and turns of the swarms; keeping away from massive blockades of tour groups, as well as the occasional smaller groups of people that would halt their walk through abruptly many times blocking the painting for dozens behind them, and then those individual sketch artists posted in the corners and awkward spots making them inevitable to bump into. As it was amazing to see the famous works of Michelangelo, Titian, Van Gogh, Monet, among many many others, the swarms made it hard to fully enjoy this museum experience. Because of this, I definitely have intentions to go back before I leave to avoid the swarming, the bumping, and awkward foot faults.
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