Interesting. I probably didn’t know enough about the art I was looking at to achieve “Florence Syndrome” stage, although I recognized a lot of the artists’ names. I DID reach the level of “tired & hungry”, so the kid (my oldest daughter) and I stepped across the street and had a meal. Still...well worth the trip.
I think when some people who are particularly sensitive to the psychology of art are exposed to a gallery full of works by masters at provoking emotions, they may find their emotional states rapidly jerked in a multitude of directions bring on a palpable disquiet and disorientation.