The Van Gogh and Foam museum are arguably my two favorite museums that I have visited so far in Amsterdam. The only thing that I do not like about them is that you are not allowed to take photos inside. I suppose this is a personal preference but I just love photos of museums and really hate it when you can’t take any! So I am sorry, this is a photoless post. :(
I think what made me love this museum so much is the fact that you really get to know Van Gogh. Instead of having snippets of so many artists works like most museums, you are able to fully learn about his life and art. By the end of my tour I felt like I really understood him as an artist and was that much more appreciative of his work. The way they ordered his work is also very well done. You start at his earliest art and then eventually get to right before his death so you can really see his growth as an artist and how he developed his famous style.
When I first visited I wasn’t sure if the museum would only show Van Gogh’s work but I now know that this is not the case. They also show other artists work from Van Gogh’s time that he was either friends with or looked up to for inspiration. So you really get a full understanding of what the art world was interested in at the time. They also have multiple letters that he sent to friends and family that you can listen to on recording.
I’ll be heading back to this museum in a couple of weeks to see it with Sean and I don’t even mind. I’m not sure how to fully describe my experience in this museum except to say that it was satisfying.
Foam is a photography museum so if you are not super interested in the medium then it may not resonate as much with you as it did with me. Upon entering the gallery I immediately realized how much I missed and love photography. I mean I take photos all the time, but I don’t really take care with them. I just snap whatever. Visiting Foam really made me want start taking photography more seriously again.
When I went they had exhibitions by Broomberg & Chanarin, Geert Goiris, and Regine Peterson. To be honest I really enjoyed all of them. They were very different from one another so it was nice to see a broad range of what photography can be.
I am definitely looking forward to going back when they change around their space.
What are some of your favorite museums to visit?
Until next time x
While Christine was visiting Amsterdam last week we took it as an opportunity to visit a couple of the museums here. Because we ran out of time and were busy doing other things as well, we only ended up going to the Rembrandt House Museum, Rijksmuseum, and the Stedelijk. I feel like I didn’t take very many photos (and no photos at Rembrandt’s) which makes me kind of sad. However, because I now have a museumkaart I can go as much as I want to all of them so I think you can expect some future posts on these museums as well. :) Continue reading
One thing that I have slowly begun to notice when it comes to my blog, is that I never talk about art. Even though I am an art history major, and if all goes well, will be spending exorbant amounts of time in museums in the future, I don’t think I have ever once made a post relating to art history. This is something that I have been trying to come to terms with over the past couple of days….
And after much thinking, my answer as to why is: I don’t know.
Over time, this need has started to grow where I feel like I need to talk about art. All the time. Wherever to whoever. I’m not sure why, but I think it may be because I just recently decided that I love art. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved art. I don’t think I could have made it to third year if I didn’t. But recently, I just sort of said to myself, “hey, I really love art. I love how people can express their feelings and emotions with art. I love how art can broach controversial topics. I love how art is so creative. I simply love art.” However, these are all rather recent discoveries.
And then I asked myself another question…
Why did I choose art history as a major and career choice?
The answer to that once again is, I don’t know. I always tell people that I became interested in art history because my sister would come home from university and tell me all of the things she learned in class that day. One of the most memorable being Bosch’s The Garden of Earthly Delights. But then I started thinking, before I enrolled in art history, I knew absolutely nothing about art. Not enough to warrant my being so interested in art history to major in it. So now I am rather confused and just a little bit thankful. Thankful that I was curious enough about art to choose this path that I am currently very happy with.
After all of this thinking I decided that maybe I will start to share some thoughts on art here soon. :)
P.S. Please excuse these ramblings of an art history major. I just wrote a ten page essay this week on controversial art in Canada so now my brain is going haywire. Time to relax before final exams!
Until next time x
Often I find myself wandering about on tumblr looking at various drawings and illustrations. And more than not, they make me jealous as hell.
When I look at these illustrations it makes me wish I was that creative and imaginative, or could just draw that well in general. A few weeks ago I started drawing again, but now have stopped again. I suppose the point I’m trying to make is that you need to practice and practice to achieve what you want. Yes, some people are naturally creative, but even they must practice. So here is to trying hard for what you want to achieve creatively and otherwise!
Lets hope that one day I can be just as imaginative as the people who created these pieces:
I absolutely love street art. Some may have been able to tell from a couple of my photos in Walking in Sunshine or from way back when, when I blogged my first Finding Inspiration post. Seeing art while walking down a street just makes a city feel special and unique. You’ll probably never see the same street art in New York City as you would in Seoul.
The one city where I have seen street art is actually in Seoul, South Korea. There were a few different pieces in the university district of Hongdae, and truthfully, it made me feel right at home. Being able to sit in a cafe drinking your favorite coffee and then walk outside and browse through various vendors while getting the chance to view art on random walls screams awe inspiring for me. No surprises when I say that Hongdae is my favorite district of Seoul then, right? Predictable as usual.
So with my love of street art when I found this post on Lonely Planet about Where to see Amazing Street Art, I jumped on the link. Honestly, I have never even thought of going to any of these cities, or countries for that matter (excluding the US of course, neighbor to the south lol). And I especially didn’t think that these places would own up to any street art. But I suppose that is the beauty of traveling, you never know what you’ll dig up. I might just have to take a quick visit to these different areas of the globe now.
Mark Rothko is one of my favorite artists of all time. To me, his paintings give out so much emotion and depth, all depending on what colors he used and how vibrant they are.
I had the pleasure of seeing one of his paintings up close and personal at an art museum in San Fransisco a few years ago. I was actually quite ecstatic to be able to see one in person, which now seems rather ridiculous, but I just love his work so much! There was a bench in front of the painting and I remember just sitting in front and staring at it for long minutes. My eldest sister (an artists herself) asked me what emotion I felt from it and really it was just as though it was making you try to remember something. Like your memory had gone cloudy thus you forgot something important. And underneath all that was a deep sadness.
I enjoy art because you can and do feel such emotions as these emitting from them. Often its better then using words themselves. I don’t think I will ever fully be able to describe what emotions I feel from art simply because emotions are too complicated.
“I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.” – Mark Rothko