You heard me.
I went to the Royal Museum of Fine Arts in Brussels this afternoon.
I didn’t think I was going to be so into it (the modern art museum, which is more my cup of tea, is undergoing renovations; aside from about 50 paintings from that collection, it’s just art from the 15th – 18th centuries... less my cup of tea). But I guess I need to school myself. I was fascinated. Couldn’t get enough.
Those painters—Pieter Bruegel, Jan Mostaert, Paul Delvaux—were so dark and twisted!
And there’s so much going on in every painting.
It was so fun to look at them from afar, and then get up close and examine all the individual scenes.
It’s like the Brothers Grimm. Where did they get that stuff??
What was going on inside their heads?
But let's be honest. My new obsession doesn't have anything on my normal obsession…
Gobs and gobs of chocolate.