Have you ever stuck out your tongue in a freezer? Well, if you were on Market Street in Louisville, Kentucky on January 24th, then this is what your tongue may have felt like inside your body. It was cold. Let's just say that.
And, we visited many a gallery on ole Market Street, such as the Pyro Gallery and the Zephyr Gallery... stopping along the way to some hole in the wall galleries and such.
If you've ever been to an art gallery, it may be pretty isolating for you as the viewer if you don't already know what you're getting yourself into (or have an art curator there to tell you why these people are making art the way they are and for what purpose). So, let's dive in to see what in the world made sense out there in these art galleries.
"To see is to think," John Begley professes. What do you think...I mean see...I mean, think... and see? So, these two are interconnected in a way. But, there seems to be limitations because you can have "think"ing without the "see"ing part as is shown by the blind, who "see" in different ways than those who "see" with their eyes. So, this seeing finds itself in another definition with thought, then, doesn't it? Seeing. Seeing is the faculty of reason by which one comes to realize a concept as worthy of deeper thought. Thus, you can look at something without truly seeing it. But, to see it in reality is to think about it.
So, after running around that rabbit hole for a while, we leapt over to the Pyro Gallery, where we found natural objects and decaying things that were glorified in molds and folds of paper and flimsy, transparent cloth. For me, as I viewed the Grubola side, I realized the flimsiness of life--these things that decay, but which have within them the capacity for life (or did at one moment in time). But, these things are transient, preservable, like mummies in a tomb, but transient. And, it is in the moment of realizing that ephemeral quality one comes to realize the beauty of the flimsiness--that transparent cloth that wraps through the fall-colored leaves being a purposeful mold that wields a contrast to the colors inside the leaves. The same with our body. It's a flimsy thing, but it is beautiful because it houses one of the most valuable expressions--the soul. And, I think, the soul is something worth seeing.
And, we visited many a gallery on ole Market Street, such as the Pyro Gallery and the Zephyr Gallery... stopping along the way to some hole in the wall galleries and such.
If you've ever been to an art gallery, it may be pretty isolating for you as the viewer if you don't already know what you're getting yourself into (or have an art curator there to tell you why these people are making art the way they are and for what purpose). So, let's dive in to see what in the world made sense out there in these art galleries.
"To see is to think," John Begley professes. What do you think...I mean see...I mean, think... and see? So, these two are interconnected in a way. But, there seems to be limitations because you can have "think"ing without the "see"ing part as is shown by the blind, who "see" in different ways than those who "see" with their eyes. So, this seeing finds itself in another definition with thought, then, doesn't it? Seeing. Seeing is the faculty of reason by which one comes to realize a concept as worthy of deeper thought. Thus, you can look at something without truly seeing it. But, to see it in reality is to think about it.
So, after running around that rabbit hole for a while, we leapt over to the Pyro Gallery, where we found natural objects and decaying things that were glorified in molds and folds of paper and flimsy, transparent cloth. For me, as I viewed the Grubola side, I realized the flimsiness of life--these things that decay, but which have within them the capacity for life (or did at one moment in time). But, these things are transient, preservable, like mummies in a tomb, but transient. And, it is in the moment of realizing that ephemeral quality one comes to realize the beauty of the flimsiness--that transparent cloth that wraps through the fall-colored leaves being a purposeful mold that wields a contrast to the colors inside the leaves. The same with our body. It's a flimsy thing, but it is beautiful because it houses one of the most valuable expressions--the soul. And, I think, the soul is something worth seeing.
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