“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
― Pablo Picasso
My husband and I recently went to the Dallas Museum of Art. Here I share some of my reflections from that trip, along with photos I took during our visit.
I believe it is important to feed your soul with art. While I have always been obsessed with the humanities, I have very little education about the arts of painting, sculpting, etc, as I have tended to focus on music and literature. However, even though I do not have the technical vocabulary to describe and analyze art – and thus I can’t appreciate it to the extent that someone with an art background can – I do appreciate it. I believe art is for everyone.
Art connects us. Art differentiates us from all other creatures. It is an outpouring of the human soul, a deeply woven part of our humanity, an expression that binds us across continents and cultures and time itself. We see how different the cultures and people of the past were from us. And yet how much the same they were. Here are some of my non-professional musings on art.
Something that strikes me is seeing the signatures of great artists. Those signatures connect to a person living in a moment now past. It is amazing to think about. No matter how many times I see the pieces in history books, there’s something about seeing the pieces in person that is awe inspiring. To see the brush strokes up close, the tiny details on the canvas…
Another thing that fascinates me is the evolution of styles over time in both art and music.
The progression of orthodox art, to rebellious art later accepted as innovation, cycling over and over, building on the foundations of the past. Shaping and reshaping, always reacting to what came before.
I imagine that many of the “greats” weren’t trying to create masterpieces. Most of them bravely broke the “rules” and blazed new trails. They were using their art – be it painting, sculpting, music, writing… – to explore and express their perceptions of reality, beauty, and truth. Their expressions resonated with enough people to leave their mark on history.
Lastly, I am so amazed by the surreal connection art gives us to the past.
Some people think that museums are boring. But would they if they pondered the stories behind each piece?
The jewelry and adornments in the glass displays were worn by a real person. It was their most prized possession…and they were buried with it. Their body decayed but the art that they loved remained untarnished, immune to the passing of time.
The painted vessel once sat blank as an artisan skillfully added the images, shaking brush in hand. Perhaps it adorned a nobleman’s house and was present for many parties. Two thousand years have not cracked it’s delicate body.
The bust with curly hair carefully formed once watched people scurry to and fro…and now it continues to watch people scurry to and fro, many miles from the place it was created. Its vacant eyes have seen more than we ever will.
So many memories live in these pieces of art. They remind us of our collective past, they challenge us to leave a mark, they serenade us with memories of love and celebration and conflict and worship – the same experiences we face.
Though the creators of this art have died, their work is very much alive and provides us a connection with the past.
….and that I can appreciate.
Below are some more pictures from my visit.