Okay, maybe it wasn't Stendhal's Syndrome, where you become overcome with emotion when you go through and art gallery, but after two hours in the gallery, I was done Completely flattened by the assault of colour, sound and sights. Yes, I was back at the National Gallery of Victoria visiting the Trienniale. This time, instead of popping in at lunch time, Jonella and I finally got to have a mooch though together. It was our third attempt at going to see this. The first time a five day lockdown got in our way. The second time, conflicting meetings and appointments meant we didn't make it.
But this time we did.
Jonella and I do galleries at about the same speed, which is a good thing. There are some people who dawdle, there are some people who race though - but we meander at about the same pace, having a look around. Reading what we wanted to read, moving on after a bit. And there is a LOT to see.
Also having been twice before, I had an idea of what was about. It's a different experience going for a quick schmooze at lunchtime to a leisurely couple of hours with a friend.
It was awesome to wander around again.
However, going on a weekend, now that the mask rules have been released, means that there are far more people in the gallery. which after a year of not being close to people, is all a bit freaky.
Also, having a migraine on Thursday, with fug day on Friday, followed by an evening out with your noisy, somewhat inebriated workmates at a pub in the night before, my noise and people quotas were running low.
So on top of all this, there was the riot of sound, colour, light, ideas and experiences the Trienniale provides, after two hours, we were both ready to leave - happy, but overwhelmed. Jonella felt the same. Two hours was enough. It was time for some lunch before a mooch home.
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