I recently went down to the Tate Britain for the Chris Ofili exhibition
The earlier paintings at the beginning of the exhibition stopped me in my tracks when I walked in. The canvas’s layered with glitter, resin magazine cut outs and elephant dung were so colorful and detailed, trying to decipher the meaning was secondary to just looking, which is perhaps I realized yesterday what I try to normally do when looking at Art. It was incredibly refreshing to go to an exhibition where I didn’t think about the piece until after I had finished looking at it.
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