Last week's date night took us to Panda Express (man, we were craving us some Orange Chicken). And then the BYU Art Museum.
We would definitely recommend this date if you are in the Provo area. Admission to the art museum is totally FREE (which, in his own words, is Brad's favorite number), there is some really amazing art, and it is not at all crowded, even on a Friday night! Triple score!
Mostly, we really enjoyed the art.
Only sometimes did we have to put on our "this is art???" faces
So it got me thinking... what is art, exactly?
Is there a problem with me when I don't exactly appreciate a seemingly random splash of deep red paint on a stark white canvas? Or what about a giant wedding dress made of bubble wrap?
Are we less refined for not seeing some deeper meaning in such things? And what of the 1000 half eaten marshmallows? Should we see beauty in that?
What life experience would bring us to understand these things?
For now, I will stick with the side of the museum that I understood and loved! I loved seeing the American dream portrayed on canvas. I was in awe at the detail of each work of art, and just how real it all looked. Brad pointed out a number of paintings that really got us thinking. Basically, we love the older art.
Modern art, not so much.
Maybe it will grow on us?
What about you? Do you see more than we see in modern art?