By Everyday a new experience, another epic adventure – is there a point when it all becomes too much? And when is it that point? Do we ever become desensitized to the awe and beauty of what we see everyday?
I was thinking about this in Paris a few days ago at the Orsay and Lourve museum. There is such an overwhelming amount of art, and we would not have enough time to see it all if we tried. Eventually we find ourselves walking through rooms and rooms of art, or passing by amazing buildings because we have just seen so much already and don’t have time or mental capacity to process or appreciate any more.
In the same way that people talk about how we can become desensitized to violence by watching the news or playing aggressive video games – can this same thing happen to us on a different level with beauty and wonder? If we see tons of beautiful things everyday do they eventually become less beautiful? I don’t know if it actually does work the other way around, but it is interesting to think about how the intense amount we have seen and experienced on this trip affects us closer to the end as we prepare to return.
Will it be easier to find the beauty and art in “regular” life?
mar out.
Brunelleschi's Dome in Florence