Diary of a Security Guard





A hand while I sit and wait.
A hand while I sit and wait.

Wednesday November 19th 2014

3:42 P.M

Gallery 225-Vincent VanGough

I smell the scent of Ben gay. A group of visitors entered I observed them dressed in all black. Slender and slick in appearance all of them looking similar and had identical mannerisms when walking and standing.  The woman in martial arts clothing with a large patch on the back of her jacket.The fabric was satin with a yellow-gold trim.

I walked closer to make my presence in the Gallery and to watch them.

My job is mostly observing. I observe the observers looking at the art. So I guess I people watch for a living.

But silence I feel is our best tool of professionalism.

I think of them as a gang of Korean ninjas smelling like ben gay. Or this is how they appeared to me.

Friday November 21st 2014-10:40 A.M.

Post 233 b

I sit and watch you. Your hair seems to give you a ” I just woke up look,”  It is so curly and fun. I guess the way your hair looks makes me think your tired. I don’t bother chatting, so I sit.

Doodling in my trusty notebook. Writing things I think.


So after a quick google search of Jill Magid, my perspective she is a photojournalist. I have not seen other exhibits or works by her other than the work displayed in Eyes on the Street.

She is obsessed with systems of power. Building personal, intimate relationships with particularly surveillance systems that are able to watch her.

Saturday November 22nd,2014

11:03 AM

Post 8

This gallery is cold. Not just in the sense of temperature but the art is cold. Cold meaning the style and the time period. Renaissance and the Baroque periods in time when cameras were not yet available to capture a moment in time.

Great painters like Gerard ter Borch. Artists with the ability to paint realistically capturing people in their environments. Amazing how each portrait hanging tells a story.

I’m staring at the painting “The Music Party” by Gerard ter Borch (Dutch, b.1617, d.1681).  Depicting three young teenagers around a piano. A woman sits to play as the boys gaze at her from the other side of the piano. She is wearing a yellow silk dress with white fur on the sleeves and collar. The Renaissance dress is embellished with gems and rhinestones. During this time period, music gave teens a chance to engage with teens of the opposite sex often as a way of courtship.

My radio goes off and my earpiece starts muffling static as I turn it down.

It’s time for the security check, but I am still standing in front of the painting.

I am so close I could lick the glass in the frame.  I am so intrigued with his ability to paint silk, so real. Its like I can feel the silk oozing out of the painting and on to my skin. Each tiny brush stroke capturing the soft, fluff of the fur.

Could I really have just lost myself in a painting for an hour?music party

For information on this artist click on links below.

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Wednesday November 26th, 2014

12:36 PM

Post 232A

I want to yell at the top of my lungs, but the utter silence inside this gallery is torture. I look at the other guard sitting less than 20 feet away. I watch him.

After all that is my job to observe. So I watch and slowly his head and body start to lean forward. I see now what the other guards mean with the phrase ” sleepy guards.”

I want to make a flip book of a guard falling out of a chair.

I wonder if my scream would echo down through the great hall and into the ears of the visitor service ladies. All I hear is the crisp air pumping out the vents, whirling around me as I sit.

I heard distant footsteps and small chatter. Finally, I can observe and noticed a group talking to a unique, strange important girl. I have seen her before, but she did not appear approachable. The group continued to circle the gallery.

Five men and the important lady. So is this group the next artist to line these walls for an upcoming exhibit? They walk by me and I can’t help but notice the man with jeans. He is walking slower and away from the group.

He smells so good. If art smelled as sensual as you I would look at each piece of art differently.

Has any artist ever infused those senses of Sight and Smell? I might look that up.


December 3rd 2014

Gallery 234


I am anxious and eager to be home in your arms. Hearing your breath and hear the gears in your head turn as I lay my head on your chest.

I hack a complete lack of inspiration as I sit in this 2 room space. I hear echos of the preparatory people and the cultural from down the hallway.

No guests that smile, No visitors with a scent. This makes for a very long boring day. I sit and wait for a passerby. Still hearing the echos of the busy museum team.

Am I bored with this job description? Could I really unhappy? That I to get paid to watch people. How could I be bored in a room with such great talent?  What if we take 3 artists and their concepts and then infused them into a larger vision. Imagine: Tom Wesselman, Andy Warhol, Picasso possibly composed on a sculpture similar to ” Lace Mountains”….        HAHAHAHA ramble

Ursula von Rydingsvard, Lace Mountains, 1989 (detail)



This painting was painted in March 1932. The young girl was named Marie Therese Walter and was painted multiple times during the 1930’s by Picasso.









Imagine taking these iconic art and its creators concepts and combining an element from each artist and make something infused.




So a shadow and you walked by and I watched. You are so tall. Being so tall, I wondered are you automatically afraid of heights. I mean obviously its more or less the fear of, not having your feet touching the ground.

I hate heights.

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