How I Got Into Art
I’ve always been drawn to art, but it wasn’t until I visited Melbourne’s National Gallery of Victoria in 2014 when my interest peaked.
Then I visited the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam in 2016, and the 17th century paintings there made me feel sick to my stomach and scared. The relics fascinated me. I couldn’t get over the fact that soldiers once wore 50 kg armour, a HUNDRED AND TEN pounds of metal… to WAR. Some of them simply died from exhaustion!
I visited the Paris catacombs despite being very claustrophobic, descending 20 metres underground to visit the dark caves, littered with the skulls of some 6 million Parisiennes. I walked along the Père Lachaise Cemetery, feeling a strange sense of calm.
So, what is Art?
It’s an enigma; a moving feeling you can’t place. You get lost in it, yet you don’t understand it. It serves as a catalyst for your repressed feelings. It heightens your understanding of the world. It opens a door to a place in time that you’ll never get to revisit– except through archives, paint frames, and glass cases. It’s time travel.
You catch a glimpse or a fragment of it, but you know there’s a deeper meaning to ponder. Art does not illicit a conscious response, its seeps into your subconscious. It’s the brave attempt to express what’s difficult to understand.
Art in YYC: The Nickle Galleries (Mid Oct- December 15, 2018)
The Nickle Galleries presents:
- Lyndal Osborne: Mutation of the Commons
- Jude Griebel: Illuminated Collapse
- Shona Rae: Re-imagined Narratives