Goto Art Museum

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The moment you push open the door, you are wrapped in a faint scent of wood and a quiet stillness. The lines of the ink-wash paintings on the walls brush against your fingertips like a touch. At the center of the wall, within a moment of the 12th century frozen in time, the sound of baseball still lingers on. Cutting through the air of the empty exhibition hall, the eyes of the figures within the paintings seem to smile quietly at the visitor. The fragrance of a tea house hidden within the garden follows behind, and the stillness of the ceramics drifts in on the wind.