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People Watching at the Art Museum

 

“If only humans see humans
The same way artists see artworks,
Everybody is beautiful.”
— Jerico Silvers

 

I love going to art museums. The art is a source of constant inspiration. Lately in addition to the pictures, I have developed a new interest in the galleries. I love to watch the people looking at art.
I see the serious and thoughtful art students studying pieces they have seen only in books in rapt fascination.
I see others obviously bored looking at their phones and wishing they were anywhere else but even they will occasionally be grabbed by a particular painting or two. It is as if a new light shines in their eyes.
I see kids running and playing being herded by their parents and overly patient boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands and wives somewhat vicariously enjoying their loved ones expressed interest. Each person is a work of art and study in contrasting emotion and mood. Each worthy of at least a passing glance.
Blessings, G

 

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In a Cave, SilentIn a Cave, Silent by G A Rosenberg

 

Fractal BelfryFractal Belfry by G A Rosenberg

 

Romance in the Gallery, Enticement in the Library

 

“Treat a work of art like a prince: let it speak to you first.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer

 

Two of my favourite activities are walking through libraries and walking through art galleries. I listen carefully with my eyes and with my being and I hear stories… Pictures where every emotion is on display captured in the moment that tells you what came before and what comes next. The eyes on some of the paintings can tell you volumes and will if you are open to it. They may be royalty yet if so they are equitable, not caring so much about whether you match up but whether you see. Abstracts in their dance of colour and design are raw form and emotion and can help us connect to our own internal rawness if we but let them.
A library is much the same but somehow more solemn. Oh most art galleries dress it up better but books go the extra mile. Art asks us to look and understand. Books need that extra effort, they need us to open them and turn pages. They sell themselves to us first with cover and title and then each page has to reach out and connect with us enough that we turn page after page, squeezing the juice out of the writing. I walk through libraries and hear the voices of old friends and strangers wanting to make my acquaintanceship. They wish me to take them home so they can show me a good time.
Perhaps in retrospect the difference between the two experiences is the difference between a romance and a hook up tho of course one can always lead easily to the other.
Blessings, G

 

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Shadow Quest2Shadow Quest by G A Rosenberg

 

Tropical Wind FlowerTropical Wind Flower by G A Rosenberg