Anyhow, Lisa and I just missed sunset- bummer- but we got some hot chocolate and walked outside in the gardens and then decided to go in and look at some art. As we looked at some of the paintings and sculptures from the 1600 - 1800's it was interesting to see that back then the "pooch" that all of us women try to lose on a daily basis is what was idolized back in those times. To have meat on your bones was beautiful. It was desired. Curves were feminine and sexy. I wonder why it changed. I would have been a goddess back in those days!! Too bad- so sad. I would post pictures, but most of the paintings show boobies.
I also noticed that most women back then were super ugly. Hate to say it, but they almost look like men. Still, I think it would have been awesome to live in those times. Wearing cool dresses, having someone do my hair each morning, wondering "What shall I do today?" or "What shall I wear to the Ball this evening?" I know... It might be a little boring, but for some reason it seems enchanting to me. I have alway thought I was born in the wrong era.
One other thing that I learned at the museum was concerning the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. I learned that the cross was built many different ways before they actually came across the form of the Cross that we know today. They basically found a way to keep a person alive for the longest period of time while torturing them as much as possible. The precise way the legs are bent, where they actually put the nails in his wrists and feet, and the process of the whipping of the back and the purpose it had while on the cross was all purposely done. I always thought that it was just one torturous thing after another, but in fact it was all linked together to create the most possible torture on the cross over and over again. I could be a lot more graphic and go in a little bit more detail, but I think you get the point. I am so grateful that Christ was willing to go through that for me and for everyone even when he himself was perfect. Saddens me.
