I don’t know if the others had this feeling but when i came to know about the compulsory museum visit, i was like ” WHAT? Museum? Again? Are you kidding me?”. From all different museums I had visted, none of them actually left me a good impression because i would always get lost in the museum or end up leaving my camera in the restroom. Is it my problem or maybe all the accidents happened were destined? However, since it is a compulsory trip, I had no other choices but went to the Rubin Museum reluctantly. So, Wei Fang as the group leader , leaded Ru Fang , Yong Chen, Tony , Will and me to walk the longest 20 minutes in my life. The location of the museum was confusing and we ended up entering the museum from the cafe entrance and thought that we had mistakenly entered into a restaurant before the guard guided us to the main entrance.
To my surprise, Rubin Museum is absolutely different from the museum I have visited before. In fact, it is the only western museum which depicts workpieces and diorama of Asian cultures. The ambiance of the museum is somber with all the Buddhas, yet very artistic and precious with the yellow flight focusing on their golden surface. As a son of my Buddhist parents, I am not surprised by those sophisticated statues, since I have seen a lot of them. However,when I stumbled onto an area showing the process to craft those irreplaceable precious Buddha, I was amazed deeply by the great craftsmanship and patient of a craftsman.Without them, I think wonderful sculptures that I have met would not exist, and hence, cultures would be hardly preserved. After that, I discovered a large map which indicates the sources of Buddhism. I usually don’t really care about the content on the board but the big map also showed where Malaysia is. Since most of my friends, did not know about where my country is, i took the chance to show them and tell them some stories of my country. Through my speech, i realized that my own identity was actually hidden in my history. I identified myself while showing where Malaysia is and how i lived my life over there to my friends. Had a great time telling them my stories and my life but not from learning the stories of the artworks.
By the way, i forgot where i put or i might have lost my memory card of my camera again as well as the pictures in itFortunately, I have one picture of one artwork of the museum in my phone. But it turns out that i can’t upload the picture since the storage memory is full. I will try my best to find my memory cards and share the pictures in it.