The first time he entered into a museum, she was holding his hand. He had no idea what he was entering.
He looked around astonished at how time had obtained a different meaning in those walls. It had suddenly transformed into space and it had teleported him somewhere else, to another era.
It was in there that he learnt how to search for the beauty, truth and meaning in his life.
She held his hand throughout the entire visit. Whenever she could, she shared some trivia about a famous painting or sculpture and the artist behind it.
It was in there that he saw more to the empty hallways and exhibits on the walls. It was not the artefacts he saw, but the ideas behind them.
He discovered that art is what Edgar Degas said: “art is not what you see, but what you make others see”.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt