I love art. To me, a good work of art is that which touches me. I’m not picky: it can be something at the Louvre, a graffiti at the streets or a precious come-up at a design store. But I love it when I come across some ouvre d’art that makes me think, gives me joy, shocks me, gets my eyes watering, makes me wonder.
In my latest trips, I developed the habit of photographing art and their subtitles. At museums, every time photos are allowed, I shoot the piece of art, get a zoomed picture of those little cards with their name, author and date. If it’s street art, I take a picture of whatever caught my eye and then I photograph the surroundings, to remember the context and, maybe, with some luck, find out more about it online.
The art connoisseurs don’t like cameras in the museums. They say that taking pictures kills the idea of contemplation, and that people who do that are not really art appreciators. Non sense! Continue lendo