I love art. I could spend hours walking around art galleries and museums looking at paintings, sculptures, you name it. Chicago has a great art museum, and when I was in high school, my French class went there to see the great Impressionist works, including Monet’s water lilies, Degas’ ballet dancers, and Van Gogh’s sunflowers. Starry Night was not one of them, unfortunately, and it sucked because I was looking forward to seeing that one the most. I have not one artistic bone in my body, and while that painting on its face looks easy to do, since it’s just brush stroke after brush stroke, I don’t need to be an artist to know it would take me months to accomplish that, if not longer.
People that have no appreciation for art confuse me. I always hear people say they would be bored stiff at an art museum, that it’s just paintings hanging on a wall so who cares…how the hell can you look at that painting and not be moved by it? Not feel the story it’s telling?
Yeesh. Some people.