It took me 5 years to make up my mind and visit a museum in New York City. Though I am not an art-lover, and the idea of going to a museum has never dawned on me, that time it was just what I wanted. Having examined the list of the nearby museums, I decided go to the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA). Among such a great variety of exhibition halls, it seemed to be the most interesting for me.

When I finally got to the MoMA, I was just walking around it for a while, observing various drawings, paintings, sculptures and even special performances staged on that day. I was absolutely sure I would be lucky to pick a looked-for painting. Having watched a few performances, I started to doubt. All of a sudden, I saw it! This picture was the most impressive and attractive, thus, the most desirable for me. It was quite different, and it captivated me from the very moment I noticed it.

I had no idea what it meant but I knew for sure it was my piece. Sometimes, we should go with the stream and listen to the inner voice. When that miracle of art drew my attention in such an unusual way, I was certain of my choice. I stared at it for some time and finally realized that unveiling its secret would be a challenging task. Nevertheless, nothing could change my mind. It was different, it was exceptional, and it was my piece.

Taking this decision was really exhausting for me, so I decided to have a snack. I was surprised at the amount of people waiting in the lobby. It was Saturday, and I suppose, the museum is always busier at the weekends. I listened to some of the conversations and heard people with a Spanish accent. Of course, it is nothing strange in New York City. It was certainly easy for me to recognize the accent as I come from this country too. They reminded me of the Spanish holiday called Holy Week. The Americans celebrate Easter Sunday, though in Catholic countries this holiday lasts for the whole week. Indeed, it is popular to take the week off and travel around. We had a nice inspired chat together.

There were people of other nationalities as well. They looked like typical tourists. Surely, the lobby of MoMA inspires the visitors to go and see the museum of modern art. One can appreciate the building from the very entrance. The lobby, the sign outside and even the decorations created the right atmosphere. Personally, I was not disappointed by the view. On the contrary, I was looking forward to come in.

As I have already mentioned, I picked the picture which was the most remarkable and extraordinary for me. From the moment I saw it, I could not stop thinking of it. The picture caused a somewhat uncomfortable feeling, a disturbing one. It was not pleasing at all and made one feel insecure and nervous. I guess, that is why, I have chosen it.

This photograph considerably differed from all other items exhibited in the museum. The new canvases, I observed in the museum, provoked a cool, relaxing or apathetic feeling. The picture I liked was the only one to rouse quite a diverse sensation. It was not an enjoyable feeling, but definitely a strong one.

Even though I was confident it was the picture that I needed, I plunged into a deep reverie. I understood that if my research was based on that photograph, it would be a really difficult task. I stared at the picture for a while. Then, to free my mind for good ideas, I wandered around the museum and returned to the place where the photograph was. I even went to the gift store and came back again, but I still could not figure out what the author meant with this shot. Having analyzed all the pluses and minuses of choosing this specific picture, I decided to go ahead with it and just try to do my best.

The picture turned out to be a set of two photographs. On these photos, I can see the same elements but in different positions. Both pictures are black and white. They were taken from the same side and contain only two elements: a woman, whose face is not visible on any of the photographs, and a long, rectangular beam of wood. The two pictures were obviously taken in a photographic studio. One can see more of that studio on the second picture. The angle of shooting is different there that enables to assess the bottom of the room.

On the first photo, the observer can see a woman. I am not a hundred percent sure this is a female because the face of the person is invisible, and the clothes are unisex. I deduce the person is a woman because of the long hair. The beam rests on the wall. The woman seems to be half-bent and squeezed between the wall and the beam.

The second picture is exactly the same, except for the woman’s position. She is still hanging half-bent and squeezed by the plank but this time upside down. It is difficult for me to define the subject and the object of those artworks. As you know, I wanted to give up that picture because I could not really understand its meaning. Although I cannot fully comprehend the purpose of this work, there are many things that we cannot explain in our life, for example, religion.