Worst date ever.



I am always surprised at what I think a piece of art represents compared to what the creator of the piece had in mind, or, if he/she is dead, what the art critics believe the piece to represent. And that is the magic of art. People perceive each painting, sculpture, photograph, sketch, installation or idea differently depending on their situation, be it their mood, financial situation, relationship status, their health or their age.

I went into my marvellous Melbourne last week to see the Edgar Degas exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria