Modern Art, A Struggle Between Love and Hatred.

One of the greatest things I have come to embrace and appreciate about my upbringing was the emphasis on the world of the arts. My mother would arrange field trips to the symphony, ballet, theater, and art gallery openings. I remember walking through these great places with my little jaw on the ground as I would be in awe of the creativity and beauty that was around me. However, when it came to seeing what was considered modern art, my jaw would continue to be on the ground but it would be out of frustration and not awe. It seems like these two different jaw dropping experiences seem to be people's reaction to art created these days, either people love the skill and out of the box approach the artist took, or indgination is present because of their prejudices of what art is to look like.

I was on my way to class today and I was trying to find inspiration for what to blog about, when I saw this piece of art at one of the light rail stations. It immediately caught my attention due to its simplicity and beauty. Yet, as I continued to look at it and analyze it, it baffled me. As humans, we all have hands but where the differences come from what we do with them. Do we use them for good or evil? Are they showing care or contempt?


I think this a good example of the power of art, it causes us to think outside of what we're familiar with and push our imagination to grow. I don't know the meaning of what the artist was intending with this piece, but it worked. I can't shake the image out of my head as I think about what these hands are communicating. Yet, it is frustrating to find meaning with something you do not the direct meaning, so there's a little bit of hatred.