Me and Modern Art

I’ve always enjoyed modern art…

not as an expert—
just as someone who likes to see it…

to hear it…
to experience it.

I’m not even sure why.

Maybe I’m still trying to figure that out.

There’s often a kind of childlike quality to it—
not childish, but free.

As if the artist has simply let something inside them come out and play.

And somehow… they get away with it.

Things that would seem too unusual, too wild, even a little crazy
in everyday life
are suddenly allowed.

And I think that’s part of what draws me in.

It stretches something.

Even when I don’t understand what I’m looking at—
I don’t really need to.

I just let it work on my imagination.

Like a kind of quiet exercise.

A way of imagining something beyond the usual frame of things…
maybe even the kind of world I’d like to live in.

I came across a line this week that stayed with me:

“The key pathology of our time… is the reduction of the imagination.”

And I wonder if that’s true.

If our imagination has slowly been numbed…
or crowded out…
or simply left unused.

Maybe it just needs a bit of exercise.

If you have the chance,
step into a modern art museum sometime soon.

Don’t try to understand everything.

Just let it stretch you a little.

I have a feeling we all have some imaginative work to do.
—
You may find me there this week…
getting in a quiet workout.


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