On the surface, the question “Why do you love art?” seems so very simple. The fact of the matter is, however, that the reason I am so passionate about art and artistry and why I have devoted so much of my time and energy to it is overwhelmingly complex. Despite the overwhelming complexities that shape my love for art, I will do my very best to explain why I love art and how I came to be so happily involved in the art world.
When I was very young, I was quite fortunate to be taken on a trip to New York where my family and I stayed for an entire summer. During those enlightening summer months, I spent a great deal of time at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Museum of Modern Art, which sparked a significant interest in learning more about the artistic endeavors that were on display.
My parents, who were always very supportive of my many varied interests, took me to a few gallery shows and, since I was quite a precocious youth, I tried to engage the artists in serious conversations about their work. My experience during that summer was enough to stir up a lifelong interest in the art world, and I have always been incredibly grateful for having been exposed to the joys of artistic pursuits at such an early stage.
My love for art goes far beyond the aesthetics of a particular piece, as I am far more interested in the intended meaning of the artwork and uncovering what it is the artist is trying to say. In looking at any work of art, it is possible to learn a great deal about the artist and the unique way in which they perceive the world around them. I love the sense of discovery and the discussions that art often provokes, and the experience of viewing or creating is — in my eyes at least — equally gratifying.