Thoughts on Art and Museums.
13.09.2014 - 05.10.2014 19 °C
There was a time, years ago when I saw museums as places you only really needed to visit once. It was to me, simply art under glass, frozen in time. Once you had seen Museum Picasso or Dali Theatre-Museum or The Met or for that matter individual pieces of art like ‘David’ or the ‘Mono Lisa’ it was a done deal. This “notch in the belt” approach has brought me to a lot of places but I realize now that it’s sheer folly. To me the ultimate greatness and true value of art is in its perception, in the way it makes me see and think about the world, my life and my place in the universe. And perception is far from stagnant; it’s more like a kaleidoscope than a telescope. The closer you get to the horizon the more you realize how truly big and beautiful and even unattainable it really is.
When I first saw Picasso at age 12, I was enamored by the comical nature of form and shape. To me his art seemed whimsical and playful. As a young man, it seemed rebellious and defiant. As a middle-aged man it seemed like a man struggling to find a new way to look at things. And as a 52-year-old man I see the sensuality and longing to hold forever, a feeling and a vision that is both spectacular and fleeting. These eyes have changed and everything behind them and in front of them has changed as well.
Now when I go museums I am often trying to connect the dots, from one artist to the next. I contemplate the movements and the influences from the pictographs found in ancient caves to the explosions of Jackson Pollack and onward. How we see our lives reflects who we are and who we will be. Artist offer a vision that can capture our mind and introduce it to our soul in a new way. They create a window for us to look through. And the view is spectacular.
Thanks Tate !!