The room where all the artworks were shown was not as big as I thought it would be. I heard random music and I smelt wood the moment I stepped into the room. The white lighting and the music had produced an unsecured atmosphere and made the visitors wanting to leave as soon as possible.

There were different kinds of artworks in the room, most of them were seemed to be violent, but there did have some that tried to portrait beauty. The artwork that left the strongest impression to me was the one where a mother with no legs was holding onto her child’s leg, meanwhile the child was hanging upside down in the air. The expressions on both the mother and the child’s faces seemed to be very creepy to me, and they were hard for me to interpret–was the mother being jealous of her kid who has legs and she does not? Right next to that work was a painting of a pregnant woman–and I was not sure whether that painting was related to the work. I did not see beauty within this work, which indeed did left me in this emotion of “negative capability,” where I was dragged into uncertainty.

I am glad that I went to visit the artworks. That was the first time my mood was actually changed due to the given surroundings. I understood what the author was trying to show and indeed looking at the artworks was an interesting experience.