Art Experience
I have always enjoyed art galleries because I love to imagine how artists make their pieces and I love being astounded by their skill and talent. I have to say I love museums because I love knowing that before us there were people with thoughts, traditions, and actions that effect us today and ours will be the same to generations later on.
I have to say that I love art and I have seen some beautiful work but the piece that is featured above is my most memorable experience. I saw this piece by Canadian David Robinson in Newzone Art Gallery in Calgary in my first year of University. For our performance creation class we were told we had to visit 4 galleries and pick one art piece and write about it. We had to go and see it twice and journal about it each time and each time we saw it we had to see teh piece and go away and quickly write about it. Then we had to sit near it for 40 minutes and write about its relationship to the principles of art and design and how those relationships such as use of contour, or texture and color made the piece effective and lastly we had to level and write about our feelings after.
At this point I was in my second semester of first year and I was going through personal trauma. I was full of hurt and rage over how I didn't think I could act any more and how I was so sure everyone knew it and was laughing at me while I sat there and took it with stupid smile on my face. This beautiful sculpture was in the corner by the receptionist desk and it sat in front of a break in a window so it had its own eerie spot light unlike any other piece in the gallery. This man is so full of despair and yet he held humility in his hand and he was trapped atop a seat of ridicule. He was so beast like with bulging muscles and the putrid paleness of the polymer-gypsum but yet the fragility of the idea of a balloon held up the only uplifted part of his body and I wanted so badly to say it's okay sweetheart and take his hand and save him from this place. When I saw this piece every other one that I was interested in melted away and there he sat in my thoughts with the soft surface of that metaphorical balloon squeaking against the insides of my heart and brain. I cried right there like an idiot in that store because I was an emotional wreck and this piece fit me perfectly but yet I still wanted to care for it.
110% of the reasons why I felt this piece effect me this way was because at the time I could relate. I see it now and I feel a lump in my throat because he holds a key to that ache and sorrow. He is so soft and sweet but yet anyone can see by how hard he is willing himself to hold in an outburst and by how humiliated he is to hold the balloon but yet he knows that the balloon is the only thing holding him up from a complete introverted collapse. It is exactly a Dewey representation of a Good experience because it was a connection to my current situations it reflected me and yet it was more than me so I had to question just what was so damn bad about myself and so it invoked inward reflections because this figures humiliation would never cease and I had the potential to stop holing onto the things that hurt so much but yet kept me afloat. This piece continued the cycle of thought and it brought me from personal content which I knew about which was my feelings to outside of myself where I could think about them and how I felt about that experience.
I have to say that I love art and I have seen some beautiful work but the piece that is featured above is my most memorable experience. I saw this piece by Canadian David Robinson in Newzone Art Gallery in Calgary in my first year of University. For our performance creation class we were told we had to visit 4 galleries and pick one art piece and write about it. We had to go and see it twice and journal about it each time and each time we saw it we had to see teh piece and go away and quickly write about it. Then we had to sit near it for 40 minutes and write about its relationship to the principles of art and design and how those relationships such as use of contour, or texture and color made the piece effective and lastly we had to level and write about our feelings after.
At this point I was in my second semester of first year and I was going through personal trauma. I was full of hurt and rage over how I didn't think I could act any more and how I was so sure everyone knew it and was laughing at me while I sat there and took it with stupid smile on my face. This beautiful sculpture was in the corner by the receptionist desk and it sat in front of a break in a window so it had its own eerie spot light unlike any other piece in the gallery. This man is so full of despair and yet he held humility in his hand and he was trapped atop a seat of ridicule. He was so beast like with bulging muscles and the putrid paleness of the polymer-gypsum but yet the fragility of the idea of a balloon held up the only uplifted part of his body and I wanted so badly to say it's okay sweetheart and take his hand and save him from this place. When I saw this piece every other one that I was interested in melted away and there he sat in my thoughts with the soft surface of that metaphorical balloon squeaking against the insides of my heart and brain. I cried right there like an idiot in that store because I was an emotional wreck and this piece fit me perfectly but yet I still wanted to care for it.
110% of the reasons why I felt this piece effect me this way was because at the time I could relate. I see it now and I feel a lump in my throat because he holds a key to that ache and sorrow. He is so soft and sweet but yet anyone can see by how hard he is willing himself to hold in an outburst and by how humiliated he is to hold the balloon but yet he knows that the balloon is the only thing holding him up from a complete introverted collapse. It is exactly a Dewey representation of a Good experience because it was a connection to my current situations it reflected me and yet it was more than me so I had to question just what was so damn bad about myself and so it invoked inward reflections because this figures humiliation would never cease and I had the potential to stop holing onto the things that hurt so much but yet kept me afloat. This piece continued the cycle of thought and it brought me from personal content which I knew about which was my feelings to outside of myself where I could think about them and how I felt about that experience.
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