Some galleries captured my imagination despite my reluctance - I remember being quite enthralled by Picasso's gallery in Barcelona, and obviously the incredible collection of the Hermitage in St Petersburg, set across several elaborate palace buildings, attractions in their own right, sucked me right in. But enjoying an average city gallery didn't really happen to me until I met Jan, who's now my husband.
|Hermitage - St Petersburg, Russia|
|Me and someone else's skull - Stuttgart Staatsgallerie|
These days I not only have a lot more patience with art galleries, and a deeper appreciation of what's behind the pictures, but I look forward to a gallery visit as a peaceful, relaxing few hours where I can immerse my brain in creative stuff - just by staring! (And thinking, of course.) If only I'd figured this out fifteen years earlier, I could really have had some amazing experiences - but better late than never, right?
What's your take on art galleries - love them, loathe them, or does it depend on the exhibition?