Mothers Are Like Museum

Inspiration can come from all things, people and places. When I’m being asked what inspires me to blog about ceilings and whatnot, I’d say it’s about how architecture shapes life per se. When I take photos, I study a bit (and not to beat myself with information) then I always relate it to the complexity of my daily existence toward the current state of anything present in the world I can discern. And that existence couldn’t be more complete to have my mother as my major muse. And as many of you know, today is mother’s day. Though a part of me shudders at this highly commercialized holiday, the reality is that sometimes I needed this reminder just as much as anybody else.

My mother (my parents, actually) is not a woman of epigrams that I wish I can quote her to share. But she would always say in her comprehensible voice, "be alert" when we’re younger. I thought, if she’s an architect, she’d probably design a building that inclines more on security, for a start. And then comes ramps (or moving walkways) everywhere. And perhaps while you are transported slowly, you’d witness bits and pieces of just about anything she finds interesting to display because she’s that of a hoarder – she just won’t let space or a wall to be unoccupied!

Speaking about displays, I was not able to blog about the museum pieces I snapped when we visited Louvre Abu Dhabi some time ago. I thought of sharing a few photos while I cannot travel at this time of the year because of the pandemic.

Passive design strategy is incorporated at some parts of the museum to combine with the already good ambient and accent lighting. Perhaps some spaces and displays are not allowed to get exposed by a lot of natural lighting. Nonetheless a certain thought-out percentage won’t hurt to produce a stunning detailed shot. I only have to stress that none of the pictures I have taken can match the real beauty of these pieces in person.

Of course, my photos below.

Anyway, I already phoned my mother (well, my father was in the background too, talking to me) while composing this blog. Though I doubt they’re reading this even if I send a link. Haha. Seriously, today I realized that mothers are like museum: 

When we barge in (a museum), information and materials are overwhelming we sometimes ignore for the reason that we don’t understand (because they must not be that important). Not until later do we really fathom the wisdom it carries.

To my super human, Antonette, happy mother’s day. Mahal kita.