is the title of an exhibition in the national gallery I went to on an october sunday.
spanish 17th century paintings and for their time, astonishingly realistic sculptures

sighh

one mastery of a presentation, first of all. you descend down the wide spacious stairs into the basement, thinking no one else knows of this place, and the walls blacken. showing your ticket at the entrance, you take an oath of silence, for upon that moment nobody says another word. three different depictions of Christ on the cross are lit up beside each other. and gradually, any religious doubts you may have had, leave your mind entirely, for when accompanied by the specially composed music, the effect the art has on you is almost daunting.

and ohh, at the end of the audio tour, when the male voice offers you to go around again to attempt to see the paintings as sculptures and the sculptures as paintings, you think

'I want to be a part of this'