Playing tourist is something that I love to do (and something that I think I’m awfully good at). I suppose the only downfall I have in that matter is my lack of any actual foresight on anything (or at least most things), like the idea of going somewhere in the first place, for one.
**I’d like to thank Vicky for introducing this place to me after one of her many adventures.
Sissy and I decided to cut yoga class one day last week after being deterred by a closed gate (shallow, really…but when you have no willpower to begin with, there isn’t any left to save). Over breakfast, we decided (or something like that) to go somewhere and we ended up on a 40-minute trip to Antipolo to visit the Pinto Art Museum.
It wasn’t the art that caught my attention (sorry, Vicky), although it was aptly pretty/whimsical/creepy/disturbing in all the right places, but the layout of the place as a whole. The whole place itself was one big artwork, like a 3D maze of doors or a real-life room escape video game…or maybe house escape would be more appropriate.
I think it feeds into my eternal sense of magic, losing myself in a weirdly laid out place, running around and passing through several oddly-placed platforms, archways, tunnels, and doors.
I discovered my intense hatred for aural art installations because it did nothing for my hyper awareness + it was just generally creepy. It’s not really good to pair sudden noises with the sound of wind and rain (and we were the only ones there, as if that wasn’t bad/good enough).
But all in all it was a wonderful experience, even after the thrill of doing something so completely random wore off.
I’d do it again, definitely.