“The World” by Ángles Santos Torroella.

Art is really a subjective matter and as such of course everyone has their own opinion. For me I would define it as an expression to show what is going in before your inner eye. To show the world more than what we can see with our eyes alone, so to speak. How that is projected is another question, apparently.

The reason my thoughts got running on this was because me and some friends went to the Reina Sofia museum the other day. It was not my first visit (I only live 10 min away after all) but I visited some new rooms this time. The thing is that even though I know art is really a personal matter and there is a variety of choices to what to look at I cannot help to be astonished how many objects, paintings and what-not there inside a museum that apparently have been valued good enough to be place there. I find myself being more interested in why the object came to be there rather than the object itself. I cannot for my life understand how a canvas with only red paint, a piece of fence hanging in the ceiling, or a video of a man toasting marshmallows and smearing on a map can be called art. And even less understand how it can be appreciated enough to be put in a national museum of art.

Sometimes I wonder if I am out of sync with the world or if I am just not part of it.