When a painting commands a museum, meaning people stop before the painting in awe, I wonder what is happening to the atmosphere that commands a room full of visitors to admire a painting? The brush stroke, the energy of the work, the colors lying on top of the others colors, these are some of the conditions for people to admire a paintings. It is really a mystery, perhaps that is why visitors go to museums, the mystery. The logical reasons disappear and the enjoyment of painting prevails.
Which lead us into a similar thought process, why does a certain mountain commands a sky? Why is this so? Does the size of the mountain, death rate of climbers, or folklore captivate the onlookers towards certain mountains. The similarities of paintings to mountains is a thought process worth exploring.