A Weekend at the Art Exhibition

The conversation with the taxi driver on our way back from the art exhibition regarding his booklet on popular art pieces, that my sister was leafing through, made us chuckle.

My Sister: So, do you like art?
Taxi Driver: Na.. I just like to look at the prices and laugh.

From the numerous art galleries and art exhibitions I have been to, I have learnt to not be harsh on the paintings. At one point I used to make fun of the art that I didn't understand but now it's more of a respect for the artist that sees something I don't. Growing up kills some of the little joys of life. Being a part of an art exhibition, albeit just helping my sister set her space up, made me see things differently. The artists that paint, seemingly strange paintings, become people that are looking for other people that look at their art and see what they are trying to express. It makes you want to try and understand them. It's almost like a challenge. Never before have I seen the overused proverb, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" be proven like a theorem.