Have you ever gone to an art show?.... of any kind? Lets face it, there are times when we have looked at "art" and thought to ourselves- "who are they kidding!!"
Art is in the eye of the beholder-right? And I have beheld many things that I don't consider art.
A few of my old high school friends and I had the pleasure of spending a day in the sleepy little place called LaConner, Washington last year. We happened upon a little art museum and decided to go inside and check it out. What can I say......except "wait..what? You call that art??" I was not rude about it, because I realize there are people who can appreciate it as such. But all it was- literally- was trash arranged in a simple pattern on the floor. We are talking bottle caps twist ties, pieces of scrap paper..etc. Now, I'm not an art critic, but I am critical of what I perceive as art. So basically, I am very opinionated! HA! It was very hard to keep a straight face on- through the whole thing.
If you love this kind of work, or even create it- my sincere apologies- I just don't get it. I would gladly listen to anyone who wants to try and enlighten me on this type of "art"~
I, myself, love renaissance works.
I love many different forms of art. I've dabbled in a little bit of distortion art myself. I love painting nature and even was taught to do faces. ( something that was always difficult for me to do) Trust me, I am my own worst critic!!
I have a dear longtime friend, Maria who has always been an amazing artist. Seems to be second nature with her. I admire that ability. Some people were just born with the gift. I do it for pleasure.
I had the opportunity to go inside a "real" museum in Edinburgh, Scotland. As I stood there in each area of the tall walls covered in the beauty and creative influence's of each painter piece; I was in awe. I'm sure my mouth was gaped open and I must have looked like I had just seen a piece of heaven.
Here is another more unrefined type of expressive art form. Graffiti~
I'm not for destroying private property-absolutely wrong to do that. But there are places out there that are set up for just this kind of expression. Usually done by youth. I don't condone profanity or degrading man or women...But many can express themselves in a natural positive way that sometimes gives a message. I can appreciate the deep colors and the intertwining of each piece. I found this cement structure...what was left of it, decaying, looking a bit ugly at the top of a cliff by the ocean.
Many have transformed it into a big expression of themselves.
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I feel that in order to call something a work of art, it has to evoke an emotion inside of you. You have to feel the piece. Whether it be a warm fuzzy good feeling, sad or angry emotion..to me, that is what makes a piece worth pondering over and admiring.
It doesn't cost anything to open your eyes and look at everyday things and try and find the uniqueness in different material forms. I can find art on the beach, in the sky, in nature....and one of my favorites- in old architecture.
There is nothing I want to get across in this post except to don't be afraid to express your own feelings of what you are seeing. Don't be a follower in perceiving art...be authentic to your thoughts- express (in positive form) yourself~
Peace out my friends~
~Thoughts and ideas, ponderings and good advice, mixed with a bit of fun for your day!
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