Being at the museum really is a great learning experience. When I go I usually like to go alone so that I can spend as much time as I want on one painting. I tend to linger on a single painting more than my friends which sometimes causes them to become annoyed so I find it best when I go alone. Being in the museum provokes a sense of learning because I am introduced to a wide variety of art work which majority of the time I am not familiar with. As you walk along the Pre-Columbian are and then into the different exhibits/ galleries they have displayed you are able to see art expressed in various forms. Whether its through sculptures, paintings, or ceramic bowls and plates its all art. I think art is just a free expression of one's emotions or thought through their own unique creation. There's really no right or wrong in art,it can be freely expressed. A rely cool aspect to art is that it can be interpreted in various form. What one may think of the Mona Lisa may be the complete opposite thought of another person and still there is no wrong answer. although I don't consider myself to be very artistic I do enjoy art..
One of the paintings which really caught my eye was by Maurice de Vlaminck titled Country Lane 1957. (Its posted above the post) As I admired this painting my thought ran to then come up with this:
As I walk down these streets
My thoughts run as I think of my childhood.
I am reminded of
our neighborhood pets,
and my neighborhood friends.
I am reminded of the soccer games won
and the sidewalk paintings done.
I remember that keen smell-
the smell of mama's glorious pies cooking in the oven
Ready to be shared with those in need of some lovin'.
In those times up an down these streets we was a family.
I wonder where everyone is at now
I wonder if the sweet couple Aby and Michael are well
I wonder if aunt Aida's sprained ankle was feeling better…I wonder.
We were a family but we no longer are.
As I walk up and down these old streets I used to call home
I thick of what could be done
to make these streets someone else's home
To make this
a place of hope
a place of true fellowship
a place to be free and most importantly
a place to call home.
I understand what you mean. When I went to art muesum, some paintings just stood out to me more than others. I felt the desire just to linger and hope that I could understand it more than just staring at it from a glance. A painting is hard to dichpher sometimes because it doesn't speak with words. Instead it conveys a message through the strokes and scenes place certain feelings inside of us. It usually only uses one of our sense while words and music can use sight and sound.
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