by Suleyma Aguilar Martinez (she/her)
I was born and raised in Queens, New York, and growing up, I was surrounded by endless cultures and backgrounds. Queens is known as the “World’s Borough”, and no description fits better. Since I was a kid, I was exposed to so much creativity: graffiti, the stickers on mailboxes, the differently designed storefronts, the “for rent” advertisement taped on lampposts with a tear-and-rip phone number on them. As a child, my playground was a museum, and when my mom took me, it always felt like a treat. My most beloved memory was going up the stairs of the Metropolitan Museum of Art for the first time. I didn’t know it then, but I know now that moment changed everything. I remember thinking I could be here all day, and luckily that feeling never left me. It wasn’t just the Met; I had that feeling at every art museum.

I went to college in hopes of getting a degree in political science, but the only class I truly enjoyed at the time was my art history class. I held on to the fulfillment that I felt in that class until I ended up back in school. This time around, I decided that I wanted to do what I actually felt was right. Truthfully, I’m not sure what a political scientist does, but I know what makes me the happiest: art. I have always been inspired by artists like Frida Kahlo, who didn’t choose the safe side of things. Instead, she chose expression and vulnerability. I love going to museums and learning about how artists see the world, their reactions, emotions, and testimony. I love the connections people make with themselves when they look at art. I love going to museums and seeing other girls just like me holding their mother’s hand and staring until they find their own meaning. That is why I love museum work: the feeling of safety and self-expression that I found in museums comes from the workers who pour their time and energy into creating those spaces. That is who I crave to be.

A piece from the Museum’s collection I chose to look at further is Luna Park by Vestie E. Davis (1903–1978). As soon as I saw the piece, I recognized the Luna Park sign and was immediately transported back to my childhood. I was drawn to the bright, whimsical colors of the painting. In this piece, we see people lining up to enter Luna Park–it seems the purchase of a great day is about to begin. We have ticket booths welcoming visitors, and on the left-hand side we can already see that water and sodas are being sold. Based on the background of the painting, we can tell the day is just starting as the sun is just reaching the top of the sky. A whole marching band stands right next to the ticket booths, getting the party going, and there are lots of families and even dogs right outside waiting to enter. Looking at this painting gives me a lot of nostalgia, especially the ticket booth, as nowadays everything is online. Though it’s time-saving, I can’t help but miss the feeling of an actual ticket in my hands. Luna Park has always been advertised as a place for everyone to get together and have a good time, and I believe one of the bigger themes I see in this painting is exactly that. This painting depicts life’s simple joys by showing people gathering to enjoy time together, bringing their pets and children, possibly going with their neighbors or long-time friends to create memories.



























































































































