When I saw this scene in our little local art museum, I was dumb struck.
I've been fascinated with the 1,400+ pieces of art discovered in a German apartment, many of which could have been stolen by the Nazis during the war. I am obsessed with the story and have been following it for months. It's not that some old German guy might have stolen art, it's not even the huge numbers involved or the calibre of the artists that has captured my imagination. What keeps me engrossed in the story is the thought of living with so many masterpieces in your own home.
How do you view that art? After a while do you just walk by it as though it was nothing? After all, it's been hanging on your wall for years. Do you find yourself stopping and staring at your favorite pieces? Do you even need a TV or can you just pull your couch around so that it faces some particularly wondrous masterpiece?
How do you live with all of that incredible art?
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I wonder what your life would be like if you were a living, breathing, walking piece of art. Certainly you would need to be a brave soul and immune to the comments, stares, and opinions of others. You would have to walk your own path in life.
Would it be a lonely life or a life rich and rewarding? Something for me to think about. I don't believe that I have this king of courage.
Perhaps the great attraction centers on the artwork displayed inside of the gallery? Did I mention that the storefront was actually a gallery? It is a gallery.
However, I suspect that the true source of this weekend's excitment might have something to do with the zills in this young belly dancer's hands.
Monday's are hard enough without having to deal with rainy skies. Here is a splash of color from my weekend. When the gray skies beging to get to you, just stare at these images for a feew minutes and let the color seep into your soul.
Who new that Monet, Degas, Cassat, and a handful of other impressionist artists were so accessable?
I know that you are more used to seeing muted colors from me, when you see me post color at all. However, I love great color when I see it. Driving down the street and being surprised made my Saturday morning. I hope it makes your Monday morning a bright and cheerful one. Have a fantastic week.