Surrounded by walls plastered in paintings by names stored in textbooks we don't remember reading, I tell you I love Impressionist paintings and all things light. You tell me art is overrated, and walking through museums full of art is the best way to prove it. We can agree to disagree and agree and disagree again, because it's easy to blend each piece together after passing through all these halls, every shade of muted oil paint melting in our heads to make a rather unsatisfactory dirt brown. I tell you I'm looking for the paintings that excite me, the ones bursting with light, and you point to the window. The couple next to us isn't amused. We ponder how these landscapes live up to what they're actually are, like humans doomed to be different.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I cannot believe it’s October– soon it will have been a year since I last traveled somewhere new and exciting (I went to Seattle last November and had the time of my life exploring the city with my mom). I’m in the midst of finishing up my second semester of AP Art History online and I’ve also been thinking about all the art I’ve seen when traveling, so it made sense for me to write a poem about art. I’m not the best judge of art, as I don’t even know what I like.
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Brooke
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