Hilda af Klint

People. Watching. People. by Kenneth Dixon

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Jan. 24th ‘19 9:35pm

Is it more egoistical to push your art throughout the world with sheer desire for more opportunities to rise? Or is it as equally self centered to not put your work out for the mere belief that your art is undervalued and misunderstood by your peers?

Many of my friends all share at least one thing in common. Their affinity for museums. Where them and I differ is simple. They appreciate the art, while I on the other hand am impressed by the structure and detail surrounding the pieces most of the time. You know! The lights and the way they illuminate sculptures, photos, or paintings. The distance and how art is strategically placed in positions that can evoke emotion, thought and wonder. Of course the art is significant. Whatever an artist's expression is soon becomes the focal point of why consumers, art purveyors, and students alike come to museums. I walk into spaces with the mindset of viewing whatever exhibition is up but somehow end up mesmerized by its architecture or climate space. 

My first time visiting the Guggenheim Museum in Manhattan was the only occasion I went to a museum strictly for the mind who designed it, Frank Lloyd Wright.  I had become a fan over the years and after hearing about it twice from two friends of mine I knew I needed to see it for myself. Initially, I wasn’t very familiar with the exhibition surrounding Swedish artist, Hilma af Klint’s life works being on display there. The gallery began with highlighting her earlier work, going in chronological order showcasing her portfolio throughout her life’s career. I had never seen someone express their spiritual growth and cognitions by way of painting/sketching. Klint’s work not only displayed her development in an emotional sense but as a creator and expressionist as well. It was extensively documented throughout her life that she was not of her time. She’d been outcasted because of her ideas, leading her to veer off on a stray path that would conceal her creations from the world until years after her death.

Amid perusing through earlier works, I began to see my own imagery right before me. There were so many people in one space visiting this New York art hub. Despite the anxiety I get around big crowds, I began to watch people watching  art. I searched for moments. I opened my ears for dialogue from couples who were viewing art.  Friends, families, and loners became my sense of inspiration as I caught fleeting moments through my lens. After documenting my walk-through of the spiraling, multi-leveled art venue, I couldn’t help but ponder my idea of success in correlation with my art. Would people watch my art in real “time”, here and now? Or would my life’s creations go unnoticed until I became an after thought in existence?

“People Never Get The Flowers While They Could Still Smell Em” - Ye