Whenever I need inspiration, all I need to do is look at art. Looking and feeling art in a museum is refreshing to my soul. To me, going museums is like time travelling. The realization that a human hundreds of years ago created something so visually beautiful and emotional, is profound. Even in this age, we can connect to the artist’s emotions through their art. It’s a universal language because we can interpret a story based on the visual cues they have painted. Some of the past Art Museums I’ve been to were the Chicago Insitute of Art, the Museum of Modern Art, an Art museum in Rochester, and a few others. The more I explore art museums, the less bored I am about the idea of going to one. It’s enjoyable enough to ignore the pain in my feet upon hours of standing.
Yesterday I took my parents to the Dallas Art Museum to see an exhibition of Mexican Art. They displayed creations from likes of David Rivera, Frida Kahlo, Orozco, and other Mexican artists. Going in I didn’t know anything about Mexican art beyond Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo.
The exhibition weaved us through time from the beginning of the Mexican Revolution, the despair following the war. It showed us colorful native women rolling tortillas on stone plates fashioned from igneous rock. The solemn-faced men wore sombreros and large scarves. Village women wore intricately woven dresses while carrying a pots of water. Its simplicity was gorgeous.
One piece in particular took me back in time. It was a large size diety head from the 1500s in Southern Mexico. It was a rain and thunderstorm God, Tlaloc, who had a snake on his cheek, teeth jutting out, a bulky crown, and worn blue and red paint. It was a little intimidating. I stood there and looked at him for a long time. He resembled the prevailing polythestic Aztec religion before Chritsianity took its place soon after. This was just before Hernan Cortes set foot on Mexican soil. Two stone frogs, representing fertility, stood guard in from of him. My picture of Tlaloc is currently my iPhone wallpaper.
What else did we see?
Oh, Frida, of course! Frida was toward the end of the exhibition, which made sense because we were walking through time to the present day. Frida, aka gorgeous unibrow girl, Kahlo’s paintings are both aesthetically beautiful and painful. She expressed her pain from divorcing Diego Rivera in one large painting where she there are two versions of herself. One has a full heart and a picture of Diego in her hand, the other has scissors and has cut an artery from her heart. There’s blood dripping on her pure white dress. It was the signature heartbreak piece. On the right is her Mexican self, and on the left is the European-influenced Frida. They are still connected in heart and are supporting eachother.
Diego Rivera also did amazing work. I’ve seen this one of the women with flowers before, but can’t remember where. It was neat to stand in front of this piece. I felt like I was walking on a street and next to me a woman was minding her business with flowers she’s going to sell. I assume this painting’s about a connection with plants and flowers. Flowers are use to decorate the hair (Frida does this), and are found on women’s clothing. Working with plants, farming, and selling fruit was a recurring theme in Mexican Art. It’s very earthy, and I love earthyyy.
There’s so much I didn’t touch upon, Mexican Art is extensive. It is bold in color, rich in culture. I barely touched the iceburg on Mexican Art. I encourage people to be inspired by the past creations, and realize with dedication and passion we can create something as beautiful as Frida or Diego painted. The way they became great was they harnessed their emotions, like Frida did, and put it into their work. Because it was so raw in emotion, we easily resonate with it.
Tell me, what kind of art inspires you? What do you feel from these pieces?
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