Art and I
This post is going to be about my relationship with art galleries. Art and I have a tenuous relationship, now that I am no longer in school and projects involving artistic creativity are no longer a part of my life. My mother is an artist. She has the quintessential temperament of one when she starts on a picture and her sense of colour and aesthetics are far superior than mine. It was she who took me around a few art galleries on various occassions when I was little. I remember looking at some of the canvases that did not make sense to me back then and asking her what the picture depicted. She blithely replied that it was Modern Art, where the artist did not paint anything defnitive and it was up to the viewer to interpret the piece, as they liked. Over the years there have been fewer and fewer instances of Mother and I visiting art spaces. But then again, I have voluntarily spent hours in art galleries with friends who love art. Over my last two visits to the National Galley...