Art, like most things in life, is a matter of taste. I like the surrealism movement which is probably why I fit in well in Brussels. I also appreciate the art put up for us in the metro stations.
It is not always to my taste, I have to admit. There are some items which I feel are ugly or unremarkable and seem to be nothing more than space fillers:
There are some others which are incredibly detailed and beautiful like this tapestry in the “Louise” metro stop:
You can hunt them down in the metro and pre-metro stations in the capital here and while I do not appreciate everything, they do add some colour and they are a welcome change from advertising and posters reminding us not to touch the electric cables.
Whenever I notice something new, I can’t help but wonder who the artist is and why s/he felt that this painting or sculpture made sense to him or her. Why do they find this beautiful, I ask myself? Why don’t I? Is it a matter of beauty being in the eye of the beholder? Or is it a matter of appreciating that which one creates?
I ponder these almost philosophical questions but when faced with the most recent exhibit in the Gare Du Midi, I couldn’t really answer them:
Odd Signs everywhere you look? Leave us a comment and tell us about them!