Over my spring break, I finally took a trip to the Ringling Museum. After two years of telling people how I've been wanting to go, I actually took the initiative to do it.

I'm so happy that I finally went because I miss going to art shows, galleries and museums. It's like a world where you can interpret hidden messages however you want it to; A place of recollection and peace. When I saw Herb Ritts pieces, I got the chills... because it made me feel nostalgic. I miss learning about art, history, etc. I miss being in a city where you gained so much insight from the streets, to the arts, to the people who had the same love for those things... where you learn to make something out of nothing, and use all your senses to observe your surroundings. That's what I miss. I miss being inspired, and for the first time in a long time, I rekindled my muse. It's people's passion and creativity that move me. I just miss being cultured.

That's what I love about his pieces. Black and white, simple, beautiful people with different shapes, and most of all, EROTICA.