The entire class would agree with me when I say that Wednesday was not your average day. My group and I decided to explore what the meaning of what true beauty was in the eyes of the average class, to a child's perspective. We placed our version of beauty in the Zimmerli museum, a place known for its art and sculptures. Honestly, I did not think that our group was going to be able to pull it off. With all of the boundaries, and rules to follow, it was hard to prepare. It felt like there was someone watching over our shoulders every 15 minutes. They inspected the flowers and nature that we had brought into their sanctuary. I thought that it was quite comical that the head of the museum only gave us an empty wall to set up our vision of art. He made it very clear to me that he did not want any outside nature to be remotely close to the expensive "art" in the gallery. I do not know if our conscience was interfering, or we felt bad breaking the rules, but I noticed that my group and I constantly were apologizing, and thanking him for letting us be there.
Our first piece of art was heterotopic and the most beautiful, to me. When I go through any art museum I do not understand why everything must be in a frame placed on a flat surface. "'Heterotopias of time' such as museums enclose in one place objects from all times and styles. They exist in time but also exist outside of time because they are built and preserved to be physically insusceptible to time’s ravages".
