The piece that invoked the most feeling in me was “The Watering Pots” by Theodore Robinson. It felt like I was back at the campo with my grandma in the Dominican Republic. It’s like I’m still looking at her now despite being so far away from her. Just like the woman in the painting, she is a strong, hardworking woman that I look up to. The scenery she in in and the waterspouts she holds reminds me of my grandma collecting fruits in her parents backyard. That soft gaze of the women towards me is very comforting.