For the love of Art

For the love of Art

Chicago

It’s hard to put into words how much I love art galleries. I’ve always loved them. When we went to Florence on our first big trip, we had so little money I had a choice – the Uffizi or the Accademia Gallery. The Birth of Venus or the statue of David. One, not both. It was heartbreaking.

Not this time. For this trip I have tagged all of our potential gallery and museum visits, with time up our sleeves for the unexpected extras. I’ve been quietly excited since we left.

However I was unprepared for today’s visit to the Art Institute of Chicago.

When I walked into the first Impressionist gallery, I cried. I couldn’t help it. The sheer magic and colour of the room, paintings I’d studied in high school, all laid out in front of me.

I gasped out loud as I entered the next room, Georges Seurat’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte – 1884 slowly revealed as we walked down the short corridor.

It went on, Monet, Matisse, Renoir. Degas, Van Gogh. Every gallery we entered another painting to take my breath away. We were being slammed from all angles. I was overwhelmed, even more than Bluesfest 2013, when there were so many sensational acts Disco Jen and I thought we might have to surrender on the first day.

After three hours of sitting, standing, staring, gasping, and perhaps more crying, we had to retreat to restore our energy.

Then back into battle. Picasso, Pollock, Warhol, Kandinsky. American Gothic and Nighthawks. To quote Don, every room was a winner.

We had other things planned for today, instead we’re back in the hotel, emotionally bruised and battered. We can’t go out again.

The only solution I can see is cocktails in the hotel lobby.

6 thoughts on “For the love of Art

  1. Oh, what a wonderful writer you are Angela. I almost burst into tears on reading your emotional response. Things rarely bring us to this level of emotion – for me it was arriving in Tokyo and seeing the city laid out before me, I think my host mother was confused! And also when I received my social work degree, I cried as I walked off the podium. I too love Art just as you do, so I loved this post so much. I loved your juxtaposition of life as a young traveller and life as a traveller who has worked hard for many, many years to earn these experiences. Every paragraph of your post was a winner for me. Enjoy these experiences. I loved the gallery (the name escapes me right now) in Vienna full of impressionist works. Many blessings to you and Don.

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  2. I try not to be jealous, but I have failed…. I’m sure a few bleatings of self-pity from back home won’t spoil your trip! Have a lovely time. Is Ireland on the list?

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