I love going to art galleries. Or I say that I love going to art galleries. And museums! I love museums! But I never really feel cultured enough to be there, ya know?
Like I’m a fraud or something just by buying a ticket.
I have this one art gallery that I love in Downtown Toronto. It’s called The Power Plant. It’s free to go so I like to go a few times a year (but it’s currently closed until January 25th to change their installations). And I love to look at the pieces on display there, but I also feel like I shouldn’t be there. I never get what the artist is trying to say. I just like to look at the things.
The first time I was there, I walked into a room where I thought there was an exhibit, and it was an empty room. An employee saw me enter and turn around really quickly and she goes “You have to look at the floor.” So I look down, and it’s a concrete floor, and I’m not sure if the cracks were there naturally, or if the artist put them in, but along all the cracks, there were industrial staples. Again, not sure if they were real or painted on or whatever, but there they were. I spent about 5 minutes walking around the room looking at all these cracks in the floor and their staples. Hoping I looked “deep in thought” and then left. I didn’t get it then, I don’t get it now.
But that doesn’t stop me from going. It’s kind of weird but I feel good being able to say “oooh yes, over the weekend I went to the art gallery/museum”. I sometimes think it’s my own pride coming out, putting myself up a little by doing something like that.
And that’s what I’m doing this weekend. On Sunday, after church, I’m going to head down to the Art Gallery of Ontario. I can’t remember ever going there, and it’s only $19.50 for a ticket, $25 if you want the special exhibit, so I’m going. I have a friend set to come with me, but even if they aren’t able to (we’re supposed to get a lot of snow this weekend and that might impact them driving into the city) I’m still going – subways don’t care about snow! lol
Then, on Monday, I can wake up feeling just a little bit more cultured and be able to say “but of course I spent Sunday at the art gallery. What did you do?” hehe
Do you feel the same way about galleries and museums? Are there any activities that make you feel like a better person just by doing them? Let me know in the comments below, so I don’t continue to think I’m the only horribly self-praising person alive.