Listen. I do not have one single artistic / creative cell in my body. I just don’t have it. You give me an art and I am just going to say it looks like someone shat on it and then called it art. I don’t understand colors, shapes,
“brushes”, “artistic methods” on how to draw something. Hell, I can’t even draw a circle or shape.
So why the hell did I end up in the Van Gogh Art Museum?
It was pretty simple, I was intoxicated and threw up on some foreign objects. As such, I needed fresh air and because my friend wanted to check out the Van Gogh Art Museum I said yes let’s do it because I am dying in the living room.
I really needed fresh air.
Okay, another honest fact from me: I have no idea who Van Gogh was. Yes yes, I am not cultured blah blah. I did look it up after the Amsterdam Trip…some quirky facts:
- he was dutch ( no shit!)
- he seemed to develop a wide variety of artistic “expressions”. I like the word “expressions”, I wonder if I can apply it to my day to day auditing job. “Expressions”.
- He apparently went crazy in his later years
- He shot himself (that’s sad…..)
Cool. So yeah, we went to the art museum and look at his artwork. I was listening to my peers talk about the “strokes” and the way he used his colors and how it was so magnificent, I just looked on like a dumbass. I really didn’t know how to participate in that conversation. Made me feel like a dumbass.
I should take some culture / art classes so I don’t look like a dumbass next time. I also forgot to bring my headphones. I could have just put on some music and then looked at art for 3 hours straight.
Meh next time.
Here’s a tip, order online. That way you don’t need to buy tickets and line up balhblaha. Getting a head of the line is something that is a must do when you are traveling.
Go art go.
Written from Riyadh, Sheraton on May 14, 2016.