The art was appreciated.

It is a weird phrase, isn’t it? The concept of “art appreciation” sounds strange to me. May be, of course, I still have problems with the word “appreciation” – I couldn’t memorize its meaning for weeks. Some words I had to look up only once, some…

So, yesterday I finally get to visit Art Gallery of Ontario. The problem was that I didn’t want to pay for tickets, and the entrance is free only on Wednesdays from 6 pm. I also didn’t want to go alone, and to arrange one free Wednesday evening for two people was hard. Anyway, yesterday I and Ania went to see the art. The art was there, and I quite liked it. I don’t want to appear more knowledgeable in this area that I am, but I like museums. When I was a child, I liked things – the older the better. The mummy of some unfortunate priest and the frozen baby-mammoth held my attention for hours (well, not hours, but long enough). I still like things, but fine arts feel much closer to home. Every time I notice something new. Yesterday for some reasons I mostly paid attention to backgrounds, especially backgrounds of religious scenes. Sometimes it was absolutely fantastical landscape, sometimes something obviously familiar to the artist. Sometimes it was filled with curious details.

My next plan: exploration of Royal Ontario Museum.

( Some fannish musings, cut for length )