Recently I traveled out of town to see my migraine specialist. I usually stay in the same style hotel room so I can have a microwave and a fridge. Yeah, I'm a cheap ass. I'd much rather bring my own drinks, and then heat up my leftovers from Bennigan's than pay for eating at a restaurant again. Like I said, cheap.
Anyway, each room has the same artwork and one in particular catches my eye:
When I first saw the picture, I thought of Jesus. The picture comforted me. My next stay in the room, I must have been in a different head space because I didn't think of Jesus, I thought of Robin Williams. And it wasn't around his death. For some reason, the profile reminded me of him.
I love how art can be interpreted by people in different ways, or even the same person can view it in a new way depending on their mood.
What do you see?
As a cool side note, there is this stack of books left behind for people to read:
I love seeing the Big Book there and I read from it before I start writing. It's tempting to leave a copy of mine behind on my next trip. Would you leave yours?