Art can be a bore, I know. Trudging through galleries and museums as a child, going through hours of faffing bums and pseudo talk as I grew up, there comes a time when you can see through all the noise and crave for the very “essence” of communication. The first question that always pops up with every work of an artist is : Is there anything the she/he is trying to say? Anything at all?
And that’s just one step short of being addicted!
Curiosity always got the better of me, and the quest to figure out what all the commotion was about. There’s always more to see, always something better or something worse. Along the way, it narrows down to what you like to see, it changes constantly and evolves in taste, till you find a niche that suits your palette. It’s where you pause and think, a smile here or a smirk there. That’s the sort of reaction that art triggers if you give it the right attitude and space to communicate. It might be something as simple as Banksy‘s dynamic street art or Marcel Duchamp‘s hilarious Mona Lisa with a mustache, one might make you think and the other might just get away with a chuckle. Point is, at least it got your attention!
It’s an increasingly small world, jet-setting with high connectivity at all times. Traveling extensively and exploring new cultures, there is always time for a dash of art everywhere. This certainly doesn’t mean that you have to spend hours in museums or take up an entire day, it just means to expose yourself to a burst of color for an hour or two. We had one night in rainy Vienna landed us at the Belvedere Museum, where I saw works of Gustav Klimt for the very first time. Easily bored teenagers, my brother and I were on the brink of throwing a tantrum, when we walked into a roomful of the works of Klimt, two of which still stand vivid in memory, sparkling in a glorious gold aura, mesmerizing us into stunned silence. The Kiss and Judith I, you have to see them shimmering, if you get a chance to, not the bland internet reproductions that you see here!
For days after, all we could talk about was Klimt, reading fun books that we picked at the souvenir shop and making pencil doodles throughout the rest of our travel. Our parents must’ve thought us mad with the inside jokes and sneaky doodle competitions. Subconsciously, our career paths altered, my brother went on to become an artist (highly inspired by Klimt) and I turned to capturing visual imagery in words and its understanding. Even if it doesn’t make a life changing impact, it’s worth a visual treat. There’s nothing I can call “bad art”, it’s just relative to personal taste.
Art is not a bore, it can be if you let it. Be the person to explore something you don’t necessarily “understand”, the one who visits museums. Cross the threshold and leave the world behind, they will take jabs at you anyway. Art, on the other hand will nod in peaceful acceptance. Be curious.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Picasso