Medium of the Art
Old Man's Cloth was the first thing that caught my eye as I entered the Harn Museum. The large size and shiny metals pulled me in to read more about it. The title is a paradox because rough, jagged metals are used as a medium to represent a cloth. At first the artwork confused me, but as I read the information I realized why the artist chose old metals. The artist is from Nigeria, a country who has been having environmental issues with waste management. It made me wonder what conditions people in Nigeria live and what the typical streets look like.
Design of the Museum
The architecture of the Asian art wing was a piece of art itself. The open space, and the large windows that let the sunlight in added another element to experience while looking at the art. The large windows also gave the visitors a glimpse of the serene gardens outside the museum. Two large pieces of stoneware were placed in the center. The open space allowed the visitor to walk around the art and gaze from different angles. I spent the most of time in this exhibit, and it may have been because the architecture of the room was meant to be a calm place to allow the visitor to take in all the artworks as a whole.
Art and Core Values
The Dancing Ganesh is a sculpture of the son of the Hindu god Shiva, and the Hindu goddess Parvati. Ganesh has an elephant head and is portrayed as happy and "pot-bellied". His image is meant to be approachable, he is a solver of problems and a "finder of the way". His accessibility and friendliness appeal to my core values. Although he is a god, I see him as a reliable friend.
Art and the Good Life
The photograph First Communion in Juazeiro do Norte, Brazil was shot by Sebastiao Salgado. I looked past this picture, but I took a second look after reading the description. The photographer took many photos of young children in Brazil because he was fascinated by how happy they were despite the difficulties they faced. My family is from Brazil, and I was born there as well. My family was financially comfortable, but we would take trips to the Favelas, the poorest region in Brazil, to help distribute clothes and food. I remember feeling sorry for the people who lived there and I felt thankful to have a real house. However, after the lectures in the Good Life, I realized that I should not have felt sorry for them. Through their suffering, they still found happiness, and I think that provides them shelter more than any house could.