Lifestyle, Travel

Where “art” thou?

Despite being a non-art person there I was infront of the museum of art in Philadelphia.

I know nothing about American history. None. I’m a bit illiterate in this regard. It’s a bit understandable given that the Oxford history of India is so large and detailed I could never get the names or dates right. I just remembered the colourful kings’ pictures and a few battles here and there.

Voila! Something in my language albeit on old version. I read everything. It didn’t make much sense but the script and picture was “pretty nice”.

There is another thing I don’t know anything about: art. I studied science for 27 years of my limited 31 year old life so it’s also understandable why I had no time or opportunity to barely comprehend or appreciate art like a conniseur or understand the thematic elements and philosophy of artistic expertise.

These looked super important, creative and intricate so I took a picture. I am probably better at reading a Nature paper than understanding the concept of these items.

From the point of view of artistic people I am worse than a layman. Hence it so happened that one of the prominent places to visit in Philadelphia is the Museum of Art. I found myself there serendipitously (the same way I found myself at Longwood gardens). I roamed around the whole museum looking at things I have limited vocabulary for. I could probably describe a statistical histogram in better detail. I basically just walked and stared and walked and stared for most part of the day.

I love flowers, they are “nicest” of them all. However, I did find this painting a bit fantastical, the blue flowers didn’t seem real.

Perhap it’s the fact that got lost thrice in the Prado Museum (Museo Nacional del Prado in Madrid) that I have an uneasy connection with huge art galleries. I make sure to stick to the crowd and follow where everyone is going to be certain I am not lost. It was an unpleasant experience unable to find the exit when your getting late for your next flight home. So I chose to swiftly skim through the art and stay in the flow of the crowd.

This looked like Artemis to me, but they used the Roman synonym Diana for her. It used to be used like a weather cock.
The two-headed gentleman was the masterpiece for me. Youth and maturity combined into one. Magnifique!

Some things were super complex with many angels and eagles on them, “nice” stuff. I know the eagle is usually represented in American art because the bald eagle inhabits the North American continent (I know that from biology!)

This looked quite dollish to me, I swear I saw something on tv similar to that hairstyle. Looked like Barbie’s hairdo in those classic movies.

I seriously doubt people have enough time to actually go through the name and works of each and every curated artist in the museum and understand their art philosophy and style. There must be plenty of blank brains like me, who just enjoy the mere visual aspect, and can somehow only come up with the word “nice” for every priceless item. I hope I am right.

Nice chairs, they looked sort of East Asian to me, there was far to many items on display for me to actually check what era and style they belonged, fancy chairs nonetheless.

There was plenty to see in the museum, but my eyes couldn’t intake all that complicated information and history. I resorted to finding colourful flowers and pretty furniture.

The most beautiful piece was placed in the worst location, high up on the ceiling on top of another piece, you had to stretch your neck like a giraffe to get a glimpse of it. How cruelly it was treated!

I loved the paintings of flowers, and there weren’t many which I believe makes them even more special. The furniture was all good. Really good. I enjoyed staring at that very much.

I like shiny vintage furniture.
Aha! A Persian hunting adventure of some sort, it shows lotus flowers in the panels and on the bottom. I appreciate the choice of colour for their attire, even the horse has a pink saddle, lovely!
It was so detailed and intricate, it seemed impossible to create, my head started spinning and hurting from the intricacy of this tapestry. Too much data input! System overload.

The tapestry (I think it was a tapestry) seemed like the most enormous carpet I have ever seen, and I was wondering whether it was woven in such a way with single single threads or was the carpet painted on. The detail on it was indescribable. Not humanly possible to make such a thing it was beyond perfect the way their clothes were shining. Yep! Not humanly possible indeed!

To my delight a familiar piece! I know Ganesh and his parents! What were there names.. something… I couldn’t recall.
Everyone was taking Rocky’s picture from the front so I thought I should appreciate him from the back! The garden was delightful indeed, as were his shoulder blades and glutes, much like appreciating muscle Barbie Julia Vins’ broad body builder shoulders.

There were numerous other things to study and enjoy too, most of which were beyond my scientific brain. All in all it was a total break from studying biology and a fulfilling experience. I do hope I am not the only art-illiterate around, there must be others too! The museum was worth it. There were far more curious galleries to visit which I skipped here. If you find yourself there it is a must visit, even if you have no taste for art, it’s well worth the exploration.

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