Last weekend I went with my daughter Niamh (5) to ArtAmsterdam - a great art event in the RAI. I was surprised: that she uberhaupt liked, but also by its view of the artwork. How you can see much more of an open mind.
I have not only learned vanalles At art school, but I've also been taught things. And that's really a shame. So I could wander hours earlier by museums and completely thrilled watching everything there was. Paint strokes, pencil lines, colors, compositions; I looked at all precise, it was all coming and loved it. Unfortunately, I can not. Certain structures I can certainly enjoy, but not more of everything. I got to look in a different way. Critical? Or is it just more mature? I do not know. But when I walked in the RAI that little blonde girl, I remembered the joy of justbeautifulshow. "Oh, look at this! How beautiful!" or "What handsome!" she cried regularly something I have not had noticed. Especially abstract three-dimensional work appealed to her. There she saw vanalles in. I saw ' normal ' an object and wanted to continue running after a few seconds, but she stopped and saw a moslandschap, smelly tree, a river or a whole universe.
The day before we had a book on the work of Roland Sohierare available together on the couch. Roland Sohier makes drawings, often quite large, with lots of details. Grimm fairy tales are his inspiration, but he gives a complete own twist. I'm a big fan of his work, especially its beautiful lines and subtle colors. But the fairy tale scenes with floating gnomes and-z ' s head-Snow White my daughter also talked very much. The drawings can also be quite grim, but it was a skeleton just a skeleton and more. They concluded that ' enter the drawing itself grow ' if you have some time to look, "Look, now appears behind the tree suddenly a gnome who was there just yet." Magic she thought. And that's the beauty of these drawings, though of course we as adults understand that the details are already there, but they can only see when you look longer. But actually applies of course to all.
A child just take the time to look. And then the world more beautiful. So my son saw two this morning a snail crawling over. Great, he thought! He saw eyes on stalks, antennae, a cottage with dashes. I tried just as patiently watching with him. And finally I saw a beautiful animal. So I promised myself to return more often by my ' children's eyes ' look.
The openness of my daughter brought us indeed something nice. We knew there hung works of Roland Sohier in the RAI, so we went looking for it. Only in one of the last stands we found it. "Look, here hangs '! Ie," cried my daughter. The exhibitor obviously surprised that they recognized the work. So he called the artist there - which happened to be present - to meet his youngest fan. And when it turned out that we already informed earlier that day had made him. In the train on our way to the RAI because we were with a man in conversation about the cats ears that Niamh had set up that morning - and the same man was now again for us. What a coincidence! Spontaneously he asked us Niamh address and promised to send a nice gift. And yes, Tuesday there was a nice little booklet signed by him in the bus! Very particular.
. A page from the book Roland Sohier our letter sent