Short story: The Tate Therapy part 3

As we looked around the galleries on level 5, I began to feel calmer, I even responded to some of Megan’s remarks about the artwork. Although I was calmer, I wasn’t as moved. Megan only had to mention a giant box to me, and I was hyperventilating, but most of the paintings – beautiful pieces too – didn’t and couldn’t have the same powerful effect on me. Mostly I looked around at the different paintings with indifference. Megan seemed to sense this and so we moved around much more quickly.

On level 4, I entered one of the galleries, and saw one of the most breath-taking sculptures that I had ever seen. ‘The kiss’ it was named, the statue was of a couple locked in a passionate embrace. There love is set in stone, it says the lovers where killed by the women’s jealous husband, but in that moment there love has been captured and it will last forever. When I saw it, I felt – so moved, it was so strange, there was this warmth that I suddenly felt. The effect it was having on me took me by surprise. There was something so real about it. I guess because the story behind it is real. It was the first time, in a very long time where a powerful emotion had been tied to something good. I am not used to feeling so passionate about something; I could have stayed there forever. Megan and I then, sketched and took photographs of the kiss. After we had lunch, then desert, then a quick toilet break, we made our way to the Box.

I glanced up at the structure as we approached it, my heart was racing. Megan hadn’t been exaggerating.

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