Looking At Art
We used to go to museums –
frequently –
There were favorite artists:
Picasso
Matisse
Giacometti (especially Giacometti)
Henry Moore (never passed up a Henry Moore)
deKooning
Calder
Oldenburg
Oh, yes, and Francis Bacon
Lucien Freud
and Georgia O'Keefe
I could go on,
but you get the idea
Painters were favored –
20th century greats
and a few who straddle the 21st
We don't always agree
but we have roiling discussions
I like Franz Kline and Robert Motherwell –
not his favorites –
No dispute that Philip Guston
should have chosen another profession
(what's with that shoe sole and cigar,
and pink? dreadful)
Now we wander from gallery to gallery
wondering what happened to all the talent
and why we don't respond to
multi-media (too frenetic)
square boxes (too simple)
steel slabs on the floor (uninteresting)
piles of junk (more like detritus)
And what's with those neon signs
Very puzzling –
this response to visual art –
and mystifying –
Like all viewers
we know what we like
Like all viewers
we also believe our preferences are superior
But, no matter,
looking at art –
perpetual pleasure
Copyright © Gay Stuntzner | Year Posted 2015
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