It’s been a few years since I have been to the national gallery, and I thought as I had time before going to the show let’s pop in and see some fine art, I was in for a surprise as you can see but what I wrote when I was staring in the galley ...
The national gallery
What a shame.
How the pictures have now lost there meaning to people, it’s a instant hashtag an instant hit.
People posing to be seen by the most iconic pieces the sunflowers of Van Gogh .
Snap click and snap again get the perfect angle and filter on and loose all respect for the piece.
Look through the camera but don’t actually see. We can all view the pictures online or in a book but to be there in real to capture the energy to feel the strokes of the artist.
How there energy lives on in the viewer even long gone after the artist has died. But these paintings are dying, dying to be seen to be touched with the eyes. However they are degraded through a instant hashtag or an Instagram click.
They need to be viewed they have voices and stories to share but there screams are turning to muffled silence as people snap the soul away from them.
So when you next go to a gallery don’t just click and snap listen, look and hear the message the artists are whispering through there creativity.