Visiting art galleries used to be something I did on the rare occasion when a friend would ask if I wanted to come along. As my interest in digital graphic art grew, I found myself visiting exhibitions as a source of inspiration for my work. It happened quite suddenly that I found myself with a need to visit more and more. My visits became filled with purpose. Armed with pen and paper I felt compelled to read all the information related to the artworks and artists. I was filled with admiration and awe at the talent of the artists and through their work began to feel strong connections to the artist’s personalities. I wanted to learn more about how they were inspired to produce their beautiful (and strange and weird) art pieces.
So today a visit to an art gallery is an emotional experience (I’m sure my heart begins to beat faster as I enter the doors). I can spend hours in a single section examining the artwork while imagining the artist creating it, working out the techniques and how the colours were chosen. I collect scraps of paper on which sketches and notes are written. It is not a visit but a journey through spaces shared with others following their own journey. I enjoy watching other people sitting on the large leather bound couch staring at a painting or overhearing conversations. There is a common enjoyment shared through the art and space of the gallery.
If I really love an exhibition or an artwork I cannot only visit once. I need to return and will always bring someone with me to share the experience - which brings me to this blog. The artworks give me enjoyment which I would like to share with others.
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