Yesterday I visited for the first time the Père-Lachaise cemetery and going through its paths I had a couple of reflections (guess what kind of place makes you think about the temporary existence we all share…).
I have to say it didn’t strike me in the same way that most cemeteries do, by this I mean that I felt that most of the time I was in a museum rather that in a graveyard. It was odd… It made me wonder… why people came here? why did I came here in the first place? to pay respect to someone who I never knew but had an influence in my life? to cross it from the list of places to go to in Paris? To take a selfie with Oscar Wilde’s grave? Not really…
After thinking about it for a while I figured out that none of them corresponded to the reason I had… I went there to somehow being able to see with my own eyes that they were just like me, just mortals. Beings that no matter how talented and brilliant, shared the same physical destiny that any of us…
This of course brought to my mind another pack of philosophical questions about our role in the universe…and God knows there’s not enough space in a tumblr post for that.
Other than starting to read Air Guitar, one of the main things I took from theartassignment's How To Learn About Contemporary Art was the reminder that even though I don’t live in London or NYC, there is still plenty of art being made around me. Also the idea of “art being made now” as opposed to in any particular style is something I’ll be ruminating on for a while.
As a first (free!) step to connecting with my IRL art community, I went to an art show at my local library. The parking lot was completely full, which I’ve never seen before. I was starting to get a little anxious and I almost just kept driving, but I found a parking spot on the street and reminded myself that I could leave whenever I wanted.
I enjoyed myself after all. I wandered around the various displays (punch and chocolate desserts in hand), taking everything in and contemplating why I liked some pieces more than others. My favorite was an artist who used quilting techniques to create scenes of people (like a portrait, but made like a quilt? I really don’t know how to explain it). My grandmother and sister both quilt, but I’d never seen those techniques applied in such a different way.
I wasn’t feeling brave enough that day to talk to the artists about their work, even though I’m sure they would’ve been perfectly nice and happy to talk about their work. But while I was there I did see a flyer about another (free!) show next month at a different branch of the library, so I have another chance.