Back in March, I visited an Art Gallery in Rotterdam. I'd never been to an Art Gallery before, and I didn't really know what to expect, but I was willing to give it a try, purely because it was something I'd never done. But, to be honest, I found it...really, really dull.
Since we couldn't read the Dutch writing, we hired some audio sets that went through the history and "meanings" of certain pieces of art. Whilst looking at most art, I found myself listening to these apparent meanings, and just thinking "Okaaay, I really do not see that at all!". They say that art is supposed to be subjective and open to interpretation, so why do galleries, or even people, feel the need to analyse what a piece means, and what it says about someone's frame of mind. How do they know that the artist didn't just chuck a load of paint randomly all of the place?
Despite that, there was one piece that I really loved.
On the back of my entrance ticket was a picture of a sculpture of Edgar Degas, that I just liked, and I can't say why. I'm not going to say..."oooh, I can really feel the innocence and pain of this ballerina", because to be fair, that's a load of old bollocks isn't it? Why can't we just look at something, and appreciate it simply for what it is:
A piece of art, created by someone with passion.
This is what the sculpture looks like:
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