Although the museum trip is barley hanging on in my memory, i can recount two pictures that were burned into my mind, The portrait of the woman who lived during the dust bowl, and The police walking through a town in riot gear and bystanders watched. What caught my attention in the woman’s portrait was the fact that this woman showed absolutely no emotion in the picture itself but i was able to sense her pain, and suffering from living during that time period. The other photograph of the police in riot gear, i feel that based off the bystanders faces this was a normal occurrence because they did not look scared or angry, they were calm even allowing their kids to watch what was going on. As i think about my experience, it is astonishing how works of art can impact, and influence somebody. And i guess as the saying goes, “A picture is worth a thousand words.”