On Thursday, October 5th, I took a trip to the Museum of Visual Arts. Growing up, I always loved to draw and felt like it was a form of expression. I still remeber passing by Times Square on late nights and seeing the guys spray painting the skyline or what not; it was amazing to me. Overtime, I picked up on photography which is another form of visual arts. It was interesting to see the fine work that was put into making these exhibits. If you looked closely you could see the shading or paint that was used to create these portraits. Going to the Museum of Visual Arts definitely brought back childhood memories of me drawing on the weekends as a hobby. I fine visual arts to be very unique because it can be perceived differently and culminates the use of painting, drawing, photography, and even sculpting.