Wednesday 4 January 2012

Chagall and the russian avant garde.

a very interesting exhibit at the AGO.
the colours were fantastic, and i have written many names down.

however, there were not enough of his works
for mine, and my friend's liking.

though i find the art interesting, i find the people more so.
holding their recorders to their ears, to get their 5$ worth,
talking about the art, the way it makes them feel and
showing off how much historic knowledge they have acquired,
getting so close to the paintings so that no one else can see them -
a more private viewing,
and explaining why they liked or disliked a work.

though we talked about the pieces we liked and disliked,
we couldn't really explain why -
i think this is natural; a loss for words you know in your head
but that don't really exist; the words you need
to explain the WHY.

sometimes i feel nothing when i look at art,
even this expressionistic art.
i feel like most of the expression is for the artist only,
not the viewer.
i know when i create, that's when i get the emotions going.
but nonetheless, i feel inadequate
to these other people,
when i don't get an ounce of feeling
with that large canvas in front of me.

it's fun to look at all the same.

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