Big Fish

I can remember when I was first introduced to art. It was in school and at a very young age. Being in school, art was explained from the mechanical point of view. This brush stroke here, this heavy application of paint there, that exaggeration in the concave of this figure’s face. Having been armed with this knowledge, I swung through art museum after museum until one day many years later. Thinking that I had a firm grasp of an adult’s appreciation for art, I walked into the Rodin museum in Paris, France.

I can count the number of times in my life when something has completely changed my perspective on some part of the world. That morning was one of them. After spending an hour staring into the face of

You may also like...

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

*

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.