I rarely go to museums under the influence of a drug, but I decided to experiment last week and smoked a joint before going to a museum. It definitely gave me a new perspective.
To sum it up, weed heightens the sensual pleasures of art, but muffles the intellectual pleasures. It also made me focus more closely on a handful of artworks instead of trying to look at everything the museum had to offer.
The two paintings that I felt the most connection to were one by Rembrandt and one by Joan Mitchell. It’s hard to put into words, but they were sort of reverberating through me. They seemed extremely alive. Definitely an interesting experience.