I have to say that this past Saturday was the classiest day of my life. It consisted of a Czech cubism exhibit, a lamb meal, and a night at the ballet. But even before all that, here are some pictures I took from a walk earlier that day:
The cubism exhibit was very beautiful. I don't know how to explain it other than with some photos my roommate took. Usually when I look at the intensely popular cubism of Picasso (for instance), I see a style and a hint of an emotional backstory. There is no question about the genius of his work, but I often just get lost in thinking "oh wow, these are shapes, these look like something else." Elegant criticism, no? But I guess I needed a different lens through which to view other cubist art. In the pieces at the Black Madonna House (a testament to cubism architecture itself), I saw a vivid emotion in all the pieces that reminded me of the frenzied strokes of a Turner piece (two totally different styles I know, but still I could sense a longing in each piece). The composition of colors spoke of a nostalgia and loss. But enough of my blabbing, I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
My next post is going to be about the ballet. I hope all is well with all you out there!
And HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MOM AND DAD!!!
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