I watched an abstract painting in a museum. I liked it. I dont know why and didnt want to quantify my qualia. There was movement in my feelings while watching it, my thoughts were flirting like moths flirt with the light bulb.
I went closer to read the author’s name and there was a short text which I made the mistake reading. The text was translating what the art critic or curator boxed in meanings.
The light bulb was off, my feelings got a cold shower.
Far from me to say that explanations of an abstract work of art are completely useless. I just dont think what was meant to be abstract should be turned into a Morse code storyline.
30×50cm. Oil painting on prepared linen.
Ships as rolled canvas. posting is on me, regular service.
I watched an abstract painting in a museum. I liked it. I dont know why and didnt want to quantify my qualia. There was movement in my feelings while watching it, my thoughts were flirting like moths flirt with the light bulb.
I went closer to read the author’s name and there was a short text which I made the mistake reading. The text was translating what the art critic or curator boxed in meanings.
The light bulb was off, my feelings got a cold shower.
Far from me to say that explanations of an abstract work of art are completely useless. I just dont think what was meant to be abstract should be turned into a Morse code storyline.
30×50cm. Oil painting on prepared linen.
Ships as rolled canvas. posting is on me, regular service.
