Goya Museum

About

Walking along a quiet alley in Castres, one hears something like the sound of Goya's paintings flowing within the comfortable darkness of a building. A cool breeze seeps in from beyond the glass windows, and with every step visitors feel something between the gloom and the faint laughter sensed in the tip of Goya's brush. The figures within his canvases seem to speak, exchanging glances as they stand in a stillness where time itself seems to have stopped. The gaze of the figures Goya painted seems to search through the viewer's own past. The air of the museum carries a weight like the earth once caught on the tip of his brush, and within it, his life and death pass by as if brushing lightly against you.