A/NT Art Gallery (Week Forty-Seven)
It was a slightly different experience to walk around, see little prices typed by the artist’s name, and realize that any of those pieces could have gone home with me. I started to approach each piece I liked with, “Yes, but do I like it enough to pay for it and see it every day?”I also had to adjust to the rapid-turnover/ constant need to change the setup. Every piece was ready to be taken down at a moment’s notice. The art one saw this week might not be there the next.
There were several different sections. One area was created by high schoolers. (Those teenage students have much more artistic skill than I do.) There were plenty of pieces that I liked, but my apartment is already decorated by Bierstadt, Rockwell, and Hopper. It is a tough crowd to compete with. Yes, you can buy an original. However I would rather have a print of brilliance than a one-of-a-kind, “Interesting”.Speaking of interesting. Oy. The second-to-last room I entered had a curtain in front of it. They clearly knew there would be some crowds that would not want to see what was inside. Nudity is one thing. The human body, the human form; those I understand. (I still prefer landscapes to people. To each art lover, their own.) This room was not decorated with my tastes in mind.
In the interest of keeping this blog PG-13, I will go light on the details. However, between the pentagrams, the naked woman having sex with a wolf, and other creations along those lines, I scurried out of there rather quickly. Many of the pieces were clearly created by talented individuals. The colors, the depictions; they were all quite graphic. (In many senses of that word.) Personally, I prefer my art to avoid bestiality. However, if their goal was to elicit an emotional reaction or challenge my boundaries, then they succeeded.
Happily, the next room was full of bright colors. Columns of balloons were photographed in front of bridges. Yay for not ending on a dismal note! I returned to a pair of paintings and a bear that I had seen before but wanted to take in again. Then I scurried back out into the real world.There were some fascinating sights in there. There were some things I would not have made space for if I were in charge. And there were some things that I thought would make nice conversation pieces. There was a little of column A, a bit of row B.
As a bonus, museums cost money, but galleries are free. (That is, unless you go home with a few canvases under your arm. Ah, the high price of art appreciation.)