Mom and I went to the Monet to Dali exhibit at the Vancouver Art Gallery today. It opened about a week ago, and will run through the summer to mid-September. We made it through about a quarter of the show before we were overwhelmed with images/colours/ideas and we stopped. I like it when I do that. I know I can (and will) go back and see the rest. We split the price of a catalogue so we can learn more about the works in the show and have a more intentional visit next time. I have gazed at a couple of Monets and Renoirs and Pissaros and Van Goghs and even peeked at a Picasso and a Magritte and a Rousseau on my way out but I'll look at those next time.
Some of the ones that struck me especially were this and this and this.
I actually cried when I saw some of them. Either I'm tired or I need to get out more, or maybe that's just good that looking at art can make me cry - not because of sadness but because of beauty and history.
I'll be back there, with more of an idea of what I want to see, now that I know what's there, and with some kleenex in my pocket, I guess.
question: have you been struck by beauty?
mompoet - beauty coming at me from all directions