modernart

OK, I realize that for about a week this has been an incomplete blog. I don't know what happened but I'm just getting around to fixing it.

My thoughts on Modern art-

We went to the Tate Modern in London this past weekend and the most interesting thing there was the conversations I overheard. Well, the conversations I eavesdropped on.
First I find it funny how many people I overheard growl in frighteningly bitter tones how much they detested the whole of it and the fact that it was even called art, THIS wasn't art. Silly, I bet they've never held a brush.
Regardless, I realize that many of those were probably either, like many people in our group, forced to be there and therefore bitter to begin with, or present only because it was an art museum. People are supposed to visit art museums when traveling the world. So here they were, fulfilling their duty as mighty tourists of the world to see it all and do it all... and grace this gallery with their presence.
Those opinions I most definitely didn't choose to listen on, as it gives me a headache to be in the presence of loud ignorance for too long and most were stated at an uncomfortably loud decibel level anyway.
I found it to be amusing, which is good because the other reaction could have turned me to swell to monstrous proportions, grow fangs and eat them whole. It's a natural reaction.

However, it was the others that saved me.
I feel like there are many good conversations to overhear in a normal art gallery, talk of light and post impressionism, all interesting and worthy, but it is the type of people in the Modern art galleries that are really worthy of note. (at least the people who aren't there with Rick Steves)

It was in the Rothko room (hardly any light) sitting on a bench trying to frame the piece like a person taking a mental picture to get rid of the rest of the world as I hear the child sitting next to me-

"Is it a ghost mum?"
[laughing] "No dear, it isn't a ghost."

me[with the realization of horror and confusion]

-but isn't it?