As well-traveled and cultured as I like to think I am, sometimes modern art (and art that isn't so modern) is lost on me. That's not to say that I don't love art. Of all my classes in college, art history was one of my most favorite. I enjoy museums and art galleries and have been to my fair share.
Sometimes when I see pieces of art that are abstract I just slant my head to the side and say, "huh?" I then proceed to feel ultimately stupid because I can't wrap my mind around what possessed the artist to create the work. I then feel even more stupid when my companion for the evening says something like, "wow. that's beautiful. what emotion must have been put into that piece." I then turn to THEM and slant my head. "Huh?"
I suppose not all of us are meant to be progressive and completely understand or appreciate modern art. I want to get it, I really do. I didn't get handed that "cool" gene. I much more prefer the Renaissance period. Much more literal.
ANYWAYS.
I am one of those people that when asked, "What is art?", I 100% agree that photographic art is amongst the most difficult and challenging to produce...if it's done right. Disagree with me, that's fine.
A good picture, however, will tell a story for future decades to come....many times without an explanation.
That's why I fill my walls (and shelves) with pictures. Snapshots of time. Each time I look at a photo, I can recall how I felt when it was snapped, what I was thinking and what was going on that week. I love those memories.
Which is why we ordered a large print from a shoot we did in February with my sister in law, Melissa. I want to save this moment in time forever. A family of 3. Kensington turning 2 shortly after this. I was going to run my first race the next week. Not knowing we were going to be pregnant just a short month later. SUCH a happy time for our family. A great day.
It will always be art in my eyes. A beautiful photo. A beautiful time.
A beautiful memory.
Captured by an artist.
