It is a very nice place to take the kids, it has lots of different and interesting cultural and cientific activities. I remember when I was younger that there was a very simple machine that you activated with a lever that went round and round, and with the force of the human arm made electricity. All the kids gathered around in a circle, holding their hands, to feel the electricity run through.
If you are not a kid, there are always very interesting expositions. Once I went to one that was part of the Art City Tour San José. We all started feeling nostalgic about our childhood, and remembered when we had come to the Museum, when we were small. We toured the large galleries. Just after we came inside the art gallery, a sweet lady invited us to see her show, made of "needle and thread and fabric," as she explained. María del Rocío Ajun. Her works were of woven cloth, Latin America and the memories of Tibet and Costa Rica. The materials of her expositions were old clothes, recycled fabric, pieces of furniture lining. It was the famous quilting technique, and she was a master. All those clothes and things had existed for who knows how long and now she returned them to us, turned into an idea, into art. There was a piece about the earthquake in Japan which was very sensitive, and she kindly explained the intellectual and material process of each of the works exposed. She was, for me, the best of the artists I saw that day on the Museum.
Then we went to the gallery of a thin gentleman from abroad, named Luke. Esoteric sculptures made of iron, very interesting (maybe) from a corporate standpoint, but frankly I did not like them. Some of his proposals were interesting from an intellectual point of view, but they suffered from lack of spirit. Furthermore, the fact that all the pieces of his art were giant hulks of industrial steel seemed unbearable.
Then we discovered that there was wine. It was on a table in the center of the galleries, upstairs. We had a drink and suddenly we were looking at some acrylic paintings of astral travel, from one Gordonii guy. And Gordonii (one of those tico painters with a foreign name, but with tico accent) approached us and invited us to try to feel his trip, he challenged us to go inside the world of meditation to get close to his dream of spidery heightened perception. I, sneaking about, emptied the half empty wine glasses I found around, as he told us about how the mollusk he painted had eaten an entire galaxy.
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