weekend miser // june 16, 2019
day nineteen
I learned something about art today; it’s subjective. That might sound ridiculous. Obviously art is subjective. That’s what has always made art art. I haven’t ever really been in a situation where I realized just how true of a statement that is though. We visited the art museum today at the Fair Trade Palace. Three of the floors were completely free to students under the age 26. Now this was kind of my idea because I had a friend recommend it to me, but I’m not a huge museum girl myself. After the first exhibit I was kind of ready to leave. It was just a bunch of paintings on canvases, still, lifeless paintings on flat surfaces often behind glass. I could feel the exhibit sucking the life out of me. The friends who were with me sort of shunned me a bit for my under-appreciation of art. Then we moved on to the second exhibit.
On that floor was art like this, massive slabs of colorful and slightly translucent rocks that had strange cuts in them which made the art look different from every angle. There were wire-y structures that hung from the ceilings, and paper maché. There were vivid colors and texturized sculptures. At some point I noticed the others from my group were missing, but I took my time enjoying the art. This piece I described earlier is called “open window” I liked how it looked like this woman was looking through it, sized as if maybe she could climb through the portal into another world, full of color and art that makes you want to do something bigger than yourself. When I left the exhibit I asked my friends why they went through it so quickly. They said they had actually enjoyed the boring panting exhibit more than this one. I was shocked… taken aback, but then I understood, I guess. Art is subjective, entirely. That is why it is art, and that is why we need all of it.
thoughts in praha 