By him. (I didn't know he was taking photos of me; I'm so touched. 😄 The photos were great too and yes, I have a towel on my back.)
I went to National Museum of Fine Arts and Anthropology last April 14. The first time I went there, I was in second grade and was too young to appreciate all the living art treasures that was in there. Going there for the second time (in 20 years) and as an artist myself was so heart warming and inspiring. It's like being strucked by a cupid's bow everytime I see painting that I think was so amazing. 😅
There were heart breaking moments too; whenever I'd see amazing paintings whom the artists were unknown. I was tearing up and I can only hope and pray that those artists would be named one day.
Cheers to more art adventure, my friends. First step; done.