So I had a rather boring week and didn't want to stay at home and study, study, study any longer. As geeky as it might sound, I decided to go out to the city with my parents for a nice day out on a sunny day. Originally I had wanted to take my mum (while my dad was at a dentist appointment) to the Museum of Contemporary Art at Circular Quay. However, unbeknownst to me, the Museum of Contemporary Art was currently undergoing renovations (and this seemed extremely inconvenient, seeing as all the other years that I've known of its existence and visited it, it had never been undergoing renovations before). So, after a slight detour, me and my mum visited the Art Gallery of New South Wales instead.
There was the usual modern art section, and the usual classical art section, as usual. However, our tour of the gallery became more interesting once we visited a new Asian art collection. Things became more interesting mainly because there was a strange smell in the new Asian art collection that oddly triggered an emotional response (and emotional responses are of course fundamental to an artist's purpose in creating art). The strange smell was a musty one, one that was in keeping with the feeling that what we were looking at were authentic artefacts from previous times.