We all react in different ways, dance inside ourselves or in public, let our minds (hopefully) wander along fruitful paths, learn as we go along and generally enjoy ourselves as best we can. If we don’t, then what is the point of living? The inner child in us comes out sometimes, and that is a good thing.
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Yesterday I had the joy of another small package from a close (Internet) friend which has greatly enhanced my small collection of worthwhile books and will, I am sure, enhance my knowledge of music, a subject I have been rather indifferent to in the past but which plays a major role in our lives, in our very make up. And it got me thinking about art in general, how we react, how we see art, what we consider to be a work of art and what is, when we first see it, relegated to the ‘they made money with this?’ category.
A while back I visited one of the contemporary art museums in Bremen and, looking at some of the works in the normal exhibition, I started wondering how people define art, whether what I saw really is a work of art or whether it is simply the name of the artist which makes it worthy of collection, makes people want to come and see it. The cost of entry to this museum, being a major factor as a student even with reductions, made me really wonder whether some of these works should ever have seen the light of day or whether the darkest corners of the storage depot have nothing better to offer for public viewing.
It’s not that I have conservative tastes in art, just that some works claimed as art seem to be nothing more than scribbles on paper which might just as well have been screwed up and thrown towards the trash can, never to be seen again.
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Art should inspire, as should music, bring your mind to other thoughts, enhance your day and not just leave you shaking your head and wondering whether you can get a refund at the door on the way out.
Love & Kisses, Viki.