I have a confession: I missed blogging during my six-day hiatus. My last post was a cry for help, really. “Do people even care,” I would ask myself. “Do people know that I care? Do people who know that I care actually care that I know?” Tiring and tedious, anyone with a blog can probably relate to these feelings of vulnerability. And I wanted to know if people cared. So I asked for feedback, and feedback I received. Due to the relative volume of comments on my last post (13!!! All-time high for me), I have recommitted myself to the cause: Bloggers unite–I am back by demand (whether that demand is popular remains to be seen), and probably for good.
Now, wait. Before your culturally-unaware eyes glaze over, read me out: COOL people like ART!!! I love art (If cool people like art, and Camille loves art…). Seriously, though, I can spend beyond hours at art and history museums; I get lost in the translations of what an artist might have meant by her work, and what I, personally, learn from it. Love it. Love, love, love. That said, I can understand why people might not find the same joy I do in works of art. Some people, for example, like to exercise. Exercise people like to be active, and I don’t. I would much rather walk leisurely through a museum than hike even a very small mountain. (The one exception to this was the time I ran through the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa before closing time.) So if you are an exercise person, I understand if you don’t want to finish reading this post.
However, if you prefer the freedom and vastness of the world of art, please feel free to stay tuned my next post: Cubism at a Glance. [Just kidding. I won’t write anything on my blog about Cubism, because I think it’s lousy. Take that, Pablo!]
Really, though, I am likely to write a few posts about some of my favourite and most-loved works, and I might write a guide about some interesting art movements throughout history. But I promise, I will make it very interesting–that’s the Camille Strate Guarentee.
People who look like this just belong in a museum, particularly if that museum is in Paris… Good thing I am not an exercise person!