Art is one of the biggest passions in my life. My dad was an artist, his dad was an artist. Artist is in my genes. Of course, the passion is often overridden by the fact that I am constantly on the hunt for new experiences which prevents me from really honing my craft, but I still get great pleasure from creating and enjoying the creations of others.
Fine art (visual art at least) is, in my opinion, a visual expression of thoughts and feelings that just can’t be expressed in words. You look at a painting or a drawing and instantly have a reaction to it. Whether it is a visceral and emotional response or just “huh, I don’t get it, but okay” it gets you thinking. Your brain tries to relate to it in some way, and sometimes starts connecting to it in unexpected ways. While that aspect is amazing, I am sometimes even more amazed and hearing or reading the artist’s intent or emotional connection to their own work.
I added this as a resolution because I don’t go look at art nearly enough. It’s one of those things that’s easily pushed to the wayside because I really should be grocery shopping or cleaning the bathroom. Why couldn’t I just go to an art gallery? Why an opening? Sorry to disappoint, but there wasn’t a specific reason for that other than that I HAVE been to art galleries…just, never on purpose, really. It was for school, or because it was free museum day and I had some time to kill. Oh and there was one in Rotterdam when I went with my cousins, also just stumbled upon. A nice surprise none-the-less. An opening was something more experiential. Something deliberate and special. Something I got to dress up for!