The mountain I’m going to die on: Let me tell you one of the biggest problems with art galleries. Arts are abundant | Isabel Brooks

VMaking art always goes the same way for me. I look at one painting. I look at the following drawings. And then the next one. What was the first? Was it for a farm? Who knows? I come to the inevitable conclusion: there are many paintings. After 15 minutes I’ve had enough and I don’t want to look at the art anymore; when i get to the gift shop i have a strong urge to lie down and sleep.

To be clear: I love art. I grew up drawing and painting, did GCSE art and still paint now. But when I go to a museum now, I hope to hear something this time, and I’m disappointed by the amount of content on offer. The National Gallery displays over 2,400 works of art and the Louvre up to 4,500 works of art. The New York Met has a lot of art, but I can’t figure it out. When I went to visit the rooms, the rooms were so dirty and crowded that I got lost, I couldn’t find my friends, I asked the guard to help me, I went up and down the elevator, sat on a bench and then left early. I don’t remember a single skill. To see if the viewing time is almost the same 27 secondswhich means that a one-hour tour will show you 133 beautiful pictures. It’s no surprise that I remember quite a few that I’ve seen over the years (and those that are already popular).

The fact that there are many paintings is not a problem that exists in a vacuum. It goes through all emotional experiences. I get backaches from standing and peering because, considering how much we have to look at, there is a good absence. Moving from one painting to another, I take a few bad photos that I won’t look at until I need to clear iCloud storage. If I still have the energy, I’ll try to make it more fun by pointing at the ugly person in the picture and telling my friend “that’s you”. And I know I’m not the only one who experiences “museum fatigue” – students have been studying it since the 1920s.

But in the end, it is not only the quantity and repetition, but also the culture that shows that we have to pay more attention to each piece, pretending that we are enriched by culture. So I wait, patiently, until the appropriate time is up and I can say let’s go to the mall. I watch others walk slowly, hands behind their backs, careless and careless before these great works. Such anticipation instills in me the instinct of a 10-year-old to run out and smash something.

My current strategy for dealing with overwhelming creativity is to minimize the experience as quickly as possible, as well complaining audibly to everyone I’m with. So I’m not the only one with a problem. But if I were to desire a better experience, and have the opportunity to furnish my own National Gallery, what art would be exhibited? Less is better, of course. I would rather go to a museum to see one painting than thousands.