The national gallery of art is beautiful to say the last. I love going to art galleries. You can always tell such much about a person depending on what they paint. There is so much more history behind the painting than what you can see with your eyes. You can see a person’s culture, where they are from, what they have seen, what they have been through, and feel their emotions. A painting of a woman is not just a picture of a nameless unknown soul. You can tell by her wedding ring painted in the shadows that she is married, from the way the light bounces off her clothing, silk, she is rich. You can look at her bonnet and tell that she was a supporter of the French Revolution. The sewing needle in her hand in sync with her stern looks gives her a somewhat prickly demeanor. Finally, her upright position in the chair shows she has no time for rest, and the chair, embroidered, she is wealthy indeed. Its a shame to think I could have missed getting to know that woman had I simply browsed by the picture.
The gallery by the former OSU student George Bellows was especially amazing. He painted the 20’s. The building of Penn Station in New York. You could see the struggle of the workers if you looked close enough, and the snow made you shudder. It is a shame real life can’t be painted as beautifully. I do not think I will ever understand how artists are able to paint a busy street, waves crashing into the shore, or the emotion in a person’s face but I can tell you I have nothing but envy for that talent.
-Evan
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