The Chichu Museum was by far my favorite of the day. Before entering the first room, we had to remove our shoes and wear slippers. We walked through a large, dark hall into a bright, sunlit room containing five of Monet’s water lily paintings. The floor was lined with small, immaculately white tiles (thus the need for slippers). Wearing those slippers, I felt like I was taking in those giant paintings in a private, enormous bathroom.
Then we moved onto James Turrell’s works. Every one of his pieces tested how I perceived things and had me asking myself what was light and space versus three-dimensional form. It was a completely disorienting, yet novel and engaging, experience.