Museum Of Art Analysis

There were dozens of second cousins running and playing in the backyard having the time of our lives, while the first cousins and aunts and uncles caught up with each other under the shade of the two giant elms, I would routinely duck into the house to see what Uncle Charlie had been working on. He would often find me looking at his art that hung in the hall and living room and he would so articulately tell me about each of the works. Charlie was so eloquent in sharing with his visions and methods with me that he soon became my mentor in all things spiritual and artistic. I so enjoyed being around him at a young age and looked forward to seeing one painting after another. Charlie was always so caring in the way he would explained what his thoughts were about the subject and how he the painter sees regarding the light and tonality of the work. Charlie spoke of experiments with painting techniques. He spoke of weaving strokes of color tones in creating subtle overall image of the subject. I recall a painting of a young boy who appeared to be singing a popular song of the time. “Red Roses” trying to capture the essence of sound in the portrait. We listened to the song and gazed at the portrait. Yes, it worked to my young

One pleasant afternoon, my classmates and I decided to visit the Houston Museum of Fine Arts to begin on our museum assignment in world literature class. According to Houston Museum of Fine Art’s staff, MFAH considers as one of the largest museums in the nation and it contains many variety forms of art with more than several thousand years of unique history. Also, I have never been in a museum in a very long time especially as big as MFAH, and my experience about the museum was unique and pleasant. Although I have observed many great types and forms of art in the museum, there were few that interested me the most.

I was fortuned to have had parents who had a respect for all kinds of art and approached life with an open mind. Thus being furthered blessed to grow up near a metropolis which possesses a major art museum and galleries showcasing new talent, filling young eyes with wonderment. An art appreciation study early own in life would have been beneficial but alas, I burn with shame as one who falls in the class of “I know what I like” when asked about art. I am all agog for semester’s end to be better equipped to articulate on why I am moved by a particular piece. After listening to the first week lecture and reading the first two chapters of the course text, it was difficult to narrow the subject of my essay to one subject. But, Chapter Ones quotes

Last Sunday, I went to the Museum of Fine Arts and walked through the marble corridors in pursuit of Percy’s “it.” I was accompanied by a friend who was in pursuit of taking candid photos. I came in with a set of expectations as Percy writes, “the sightseer measures his satisfaction by the degree to which the [museum] conforms to the preformed complex” (473). When I entered the museum, the quietude of the atmosphere caused me to become drowsy and I quickly looked for the café to drink coffee. Feeling energized, I wandered aimlessly for close to an hour, amazed by the museum’s architecture and rustic paintings displayed. However, being surrounded by great artistic pieces of history, I did not gain the sense of being enriched or enlightened. Due to the nature of the assignment, I was not nearly as interested and felt that I could have been lost in the moment if I had entered on my own free will. That was until I stumbled upon the “Showdown! Kuniyoshi vs. Kunisada” art

However, our trip did not last countless hours as I looked over 30 paintings in about twenty five minutes. This was not due to my lack of interest, but more to my novice mindset towards art. Art is similar to most skill activities in that people that are active in said activity can better understand and articulate the small actions that lead to a great piece of art, a great football play, or a great movie. I am embarrassed to say that I did not pay close enough attention to the intricacies of my dad's art, but I accepted to write these articles in hopes I could learn more about my dad's favorite past time.

Upon entering the museum I was bombarded by this 12 x 45 ft. architectural painting. Almost resembling the museum building itself. With sharp horizontal and verticals lines, this multi colored piece reminded me of our last piece from project 8. Using a variety of colors with no obvious correlation, the clash of colors instantly made me reflect on how I could improve future and previous projects alike. The amount of straight lines in different lengths and widths, also reminded me of our piece from project 1. With no curves and lines going every which way, its amazing how a piece made entirely of lines with no figures could be so captivating.

After walking into the museum, you see the first exhibit- modern art. Ripping off a band-aid quickly is a great example of how it felt moving through this exhibit “analyzing” this “art”. While walking around, each piece just got more and more complexing but what was more of a conundrum

While some may view museums as homes of the dusty, decrypt, and decaying, I think back fondly to the memories I've made in them. When I was four and living in a small apartment in Shaker Heights, Ohio, my father would take me to the Cleveland Museum of Rock and Roll on the weekends when he wasn’t busy working on his MBA at Case Western Reserve University. Every time we visited, I would tell my father that I would grow up to be just like Elvis, to which he would laugh and scoff affectionately. When we moved to Glen Allen, Virginia when I was six, we would occasionally drive up to Washington, D.C. to the Smithsonian Museums. On some Saturdays, we would walk for hours through the halls of art I didn't understand (and still don’t really understand) at the Museum of American Art. On other Saturdays, we would go to the Library of Congress, where I would press my forehead against the glass of the observation deck—much to the dismay of security guards. But perhaps the most significant "museum" I've been in is just a short three-minute drive or seven-minute walk from my suburban home: the Twin Hickory Public Library.

The technology this museum provides plays a very important role in this section because it understands the learning needs on children. Studio Play allows children to make art and it also permits that parents frame their kid’s art and hang it in the Museum. Children can discover and learn about art while reinforcing sight-words. Opponents might focus more on the consequences of so much technology due to today’s innovations such as video games that kids play. This can affect their sight, their environment, and behavior due to spending long hours interacting with these video games. Also, opponents may focus on the fact that museums are known for displaying ancient art, allowing people to go back in time, not to make art. In reality, the truth is that these technology is comfortable and safe. Kids find it easy to get engaged and focused. Imagination has been lost throughout the years and it’s very important that kids are able to explore their

On my twenty-forth birthday, the seventh of May, my mother, the eminent, Whitney West Scooter, almost had a major myocardial infarction. After, I told her that her aspiring Michelangelo had withdrawn, that very day, from her alma mater the illustrious J. C. West Academy of Fine Arts. The only reason I attend the Academy, in the first place was to appease my mother, who believed every artist should hold an art degree. I spend the entire day with my mother and throughout breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I tried to penetrate her armor of resistance so she might understand my reason for leaving the Academy at the conclusion of my junior year. As I spoke, her facial expression took on the characteristics of a rabid dog about to pounce. And I swear

When visiting an exhibition of art work by artists was organized by Winston Salem State University at the Diggs Gallery. When I reached, the Art Gallery, it packed with students of the university. Clusters of people were inflowing the exhibition halls, their faces were pleased with joy. On the walls, pencil drawings and Jet Magazines were up for presentation. Most of them replicate daily activities and some of them brought us into a world of imagination of how life was in the past. As I sauntered through the exhibition halls, I heard the voice of a public speaker who was telling the guests about the artists and their works. The exhibition offered me precious minutes of moderation and enriched my mind. It brought me back into my pleased and peaceful past.

17. On my museum experience, I took it in like every other visit to the museum I have ever had: much like other children expressed wonder and amazement at a circus performance or sports game; I was awestruck and mesmerized by the colors, the atmosphere, and the same restrained joy that I felt evident in the eyes of all the other observers. My girlfriend and I made our way through the museum, blending in with crowds of other viewers to see Cezanne, Gauguin, Brueghel, O’Keefe and the like in the permanent collection, making time to go from one end of the spectrum to the other. But my heart has always had a soft spot for

I could understand art beyond others’ opinion about them. Moreover, I realized that it was a

The two works of art that I have chosen to analyze are 1) Jordan Casteel. Miles and JoJo. 2014. Oil on canvas, 54” x 72” and 2) Aaron Fowler. He Was. 2015. Mixed media, 134” x 165” x 108”. The themes that these works of art represent in regards to the exhibit are love, family, and pain. However, they also fall into other thematic categories. The main theme that seems to apply to both “Miles and JoJo” and “He Was” is Human Experience. Additionally, these arts differ in some ways.

After getting over my initial reluctance, I got butterflies in my stomach. This was only the 2nd time I’d been to an art museum, so I wanted to make the most of it. When we first arrived, we looked around at some paintings. I visited an exclusive temporary exhibit of Edvard Munch which included a surprising amount of paintings of naked women. Nothing caught my eye in the first few galleries, but then I stumbled on an exhibit called “In Character” by Nam June Paik. As soon as I walked in, I got embarrassingly excited. I constantly had to stop myself from running around the museum like a madman. All the TV sculptures and simple, childlike drawings had been just so incredible to me. The piece that I really enjoyed the most was a sculpture called “Self-Portrait.”