Never had I ever been so pleased so pleased after visiting an art exhibition. I can still see the halls of Ateneum and the marvellous black and white pictures, taken by the one and only, Henri Cartier-Bresson. Oddly enough, my classmates from English class didn’t ruin the experience with whining and complaining, but on the contrary, their witty comments made this exhibition even more memorable. The silly jokes brought life in to the monochrome work of Cartier-Bresson. They were now telling us stories from all walks of life.
A picture of a boy in the concrete jungle of Sevilla, had actually a deeper meaning. According to my mate S. , it was an ode to the revolting youth and teenage angst. A picture of a burnt down area in Hoboken represented an inevitable end to everything around us.
Were these interpretations right or wrong, I learned something new. Instead of trying to understand pictures of art, add your own interpretations. Just use your imagination! This way it is more enjoyable, to each and every one of us. And in the end, what is art if there’s no one to enjoy it?