I returned to the Islamic Arts Museum, one of my favorite museums, after nearly four years from the time I fell head over heels for it. Start from the top floor, advised Brandie, who had been there just the week before. So we did.
The first display that greeted me was vaguely familiar
The museum still feels fresh, almost entirely new to my eyes. Growing up Catholic, Islam has always been a mystery to me. It still is, even if I'm living in an Islamic country. But that's what being enamoured is: there is so much to know about your object of desire that you want to learn it hard and fast.
I'd like to believe that Islam is a religion of peace... but the Islamic arms and armour section is pretty striking
The Church has its treasures, and so do they
A very fine chess set
This has to be my favourite sign!
Like Celtic patterns, Islamic patterns are highly mathematical
I'm a fan of the model mosques
Ari, who grew up Muslim, says that the term "islamic" should not be used so loosely as the museum does, that is, for everything that Muslims created. But to me, the adjective sums it up all too neatly: a marker telling me how little I know.
The artefacts I'm fondest of are those on paper
Like illuminated manuscripts, with much bigger borders
The most detailed Moleskine-sized book I've ever seen