I’m not much of an artist… I used to do a lot of crafting, which I suppose is an art form, but I have never really been a gifted painter or sketch artist. I don’t know much about identifying is a work of art is “good or bad” or what makes a “masterpiece” so magnificent.
I know I personally am drawn more to certain styles of art and have certain pieces that appeal more to my taste [in fact, I actually really like a lot of more modern styles], but whether or not that art is “good” according to true standards–I couldn’t tell ya.
Yesterday, we visited the Tate Modern art museum.
It is free [YEAH!] and one of the most famous, so though neither of us are really art connoisseurs, we gave it a go.
It’s filled with paintings, sculptures and even poetry.
It’s funny, because there are a couple paintings that I swear my two-year-old nephew could have submitted to the museum from his Mommy-and-Me finger painting class.
Even though Dennis and I both tend to like more modern decorating and art, just as a personal preference for our home [not because of any “artistic standards”] we talked about how perplexed we were about how some of the pieces of art became so famous.
For example, there was one gigantic sculpture that looked like a piece of scrap metal from a construction site, with a bunch of droplets of concrete surrounding it [that honestly looked like giant dog poo].
Perhaps that is my naiveté toward art, but honestly, when the description of the painting says that the artist just “experimented with random markings” and then you see three brush strokes on the canvas…and that’s it…it’s just a little bit confusing–but ACTUALLY, it gives me a newfound confidence that my amazing two-year-old nephew could be the next master painter!
As much as a joke about it, I really liked this museum! I found it refreshing and quite possibly my favorite museum that we have visited so far.
I immediately recognized a few different paintings by Picasso and Dali, which was fun. As strange and different as both of their styles were, it is really cool to try and imagine what the heck was going through their heads when they made their pieces. Also, I will always be amazed when looking at something so famous and thinking that THIS is the very one that they worked so hard perfecting–pretty cool.
Outside of the museum is the Millennium Bridge. It’s a beautiful, contemporary and almost futuristic looking bridge. There were lots of musicians playing as we walked across, even some food carts [cinnamon roasted nuts, yum!], and artists selling paintings.
There was one kid who was playing a 10-foot-long shofar that made me think, “Wow…that is hipster at a whole new level.”
We walked back toward “the tube” [aka subway] along Birdcage Walk. I thought it was just the street name at first, but then realized why it had that name… dozens of different types of birds were EVERYWHERE!
Pigeons [of course], giant ducks, little ducks with pink feet, swallows, and swans, among other kinds filled the area. It was a really peaceful walk back to the subway station and we decided to just sit in the park for a little bit and relax.
Appreciating some modern art and bird watching made me feel a bit more sophisticated for the day [even though I should have paid attention in high school…and college art classes ]