Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Visiting galleries and museums
But I love going to art galleries and museums by myself. Yes, you heard me right. I admit it. By preference, I'm a solo gallery and museum goer.
At the top of the list is that I'm an odd combination of a sprinter and a loiterer and no one else wants to see galleries the way I do. I tend to rush through a new exhibit at the speed of light to see what there is and then, when I've done my race-through, I go back to the three or four, occasionally five, pieces that I've fallen in love with. I don't want to hang around looking at things I'm not interested in, art that may be famous but just doesn't grab me.
If it's a permanent exhibit, or an exhibit of paintings I've mostly seen elsewhere, I'll head for the ones I already know I love. I can ignore everything else and spend an hour in front of the one thing - the thing - that I'm passionate about.
This all brings me back to the Audain Collection that's showing at the Vancouver Art Gallery. I did my usual race-through one pouring-with-rain evening this week. By myself.
Yes, the Emily Carrs and the E.J. Hughes paintings were gorgeous and, as always, I fell in love with the couple of Lawrence Paul Yesweluptun's - the political mockery always pulls me in.
But this time what I went back to see were two things, both artists unknown. One was a portrait mask from the early 19th century which reminded me a little of a Japanese Noh mask. The other was a guardian spirit, maybe three feet tall - all stained and cracked with age, yet beautiful. They spoke to me. I fell in love.
That's the way it always happens.