Yeah, not really – neither arty or earthy, or probably mysterious.
This time last year, I was reading the story of Art by E H Gombrich. I really enjoyed the book. I am interested in Art, but I’m not (I hope) obsessed with it. Just the occasional visit to a gallery, or a country house should do it. I have never been interested in art, beyond photography.
I’m sorry for going over “old” ground, actually a couple of posts since I started this blog, and one post quite recently but I can’t find it and I’m not sure how long ago it was. Anyway, I mention two attitude changing experiences. The first one was the Bilbao Guggenheim. I think it was a Richard Serra exhibition, but I can’t find it around 2005. The exhibition comprised very large, thick steel plates that we could walk in between. There were places in side that were so dark, that I was surprised that the light could be blocked out. It was a real interactive experience, the kind of which I have never had before.
Then, only a few years ago we were given a guided tour of Goodwood House, the guide put a fair bit of effort into describing the art in the house. Now, the thing about the art was that a lot of it related to the house, the grounds and the family. It was that which has sparked what is clearly a latent interest that I didn’t know could be quite as intense as it is turning out.
I now feel embarrassed, I am drivelling on about this. Sorry. I just considered deleting this whole post. But it’s too late for me to try writing something else.
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