Appreciation of Art

How do I start this post...? For want of better words I quote Madura:

I am clueless when it comes to art. I think I dont hate them. I just dont know what to be excited about. Yes I hold many a guilt for showing fake excitement over a painting which didnt make any sense to me. Picasso could be a classic example, if not MF Hussein.

Very much true for me too.

But recently something has happened to my art appreciation longing. First it was in the art Museum in the middle of Mumbai, a MF Hussein painting, suddenly revealed itself to me. It made complete sense. ...

Madura goes on to describe her experience (joy) of discovering the language of artists in her usual honest manner in her post, Learning to appreciate art. I'd call it poetry in prose.

I remembered that Brownie had written a post on Appreciation of Poetry quite some time back. Poetry being akin to Art, prompted me to dig this post out and link it here. This post was, in The Brownie's inimitable style, about what constitutes good poetry.

I quote again:

I was reading Gokulam in the loo.

I then came upon this poem titled 'My Neighbour'. It was all about a lady called Mrs.Brown who seemed to be a wonderful person. The sole ambition of Mrs.Brown's life it seemed, was to feed pastries and cakes all day and all night to the poet.

Will I ever be able to grow-up to appreciate the finer things in life? Only time can tell.
Happy weekend! :)