I never understood the appeal of art. I understand that it is very subjective and not everyone likes the same thing. But often I find myself looking at a piece of art that many consider to be very beautiful, inspirational and full of meaning wondering why people think that. Pablo Picasso for example is hailed to be one of the greatest artists of all times. To me, it seems like nothing more than a jumble of body parts laid out in a weird way, but to others it signifies an unconventional and nonconformist way of thinking that altered the minds of many people during his time. I guess art is all about interpretation, but I rarely can interpret art in an appreciative way.

Although I might not always appreciate the art that is made, I do respect the people that enjoy it. I’m not trying to undermine the work that they do, I respect that artists have found a passion and have pursued it. And it’s even more commendable to me if you do enjoy and appreciate art because I can’t actually bring myself to. Some paintings and drawings just seem like a blend of colors in abstract shapes all mixed together.

The more I think about it, realistic pieces appeal to me. Photographs, for example, can be considered art, and I still appreciate them. They capture reality, a moment in time, something that actually happened. Everything that shows up in a photograph was at one point very real, and that moment was actually experienced. More often than not, drawings and paintings seem to me like more design and fictitious pieces all laid out on a canvas.