Cleveland Museum Of Art Analysis

In The Looking Glass Walking into The Cleveland Museum of Art made you feel like you were in an entire new world. There were windows every which way you looked. The ceiling was so high up that it practically touched the clouds. You had a wide open floor to your left and to the right there were small tables with four seats around each table. Everything was painted a neutral color like grey or whit: the floor, walls, tables, and chairs. Right in front of the tables was what seemed to be a small forest. There were trees in this small space with a pathway separating it. I walked over to the pathway. I then stood in the middle of the small forest for a couple of minutes viewing everything around me. Everyone talked in a lower tone of voice. There

So when viewing the paintings, I was able to do what I wanted to do and when I wanted to do it. I didn’t have anyone there bothering me that I am taking to long or that I am walking to fast. No one was there to tell me their perception of the work, I was able to form my opinions from the artwork and go as I please without anyone telling me that I am wrong. Walking around by yourself was yes, lonely, but it allowed you to think and go into great depths of forming scenarios, feelings, or anything else you wanted to do. I overheard other groups saying look at that person in the background, or pointing out the faces that seem to be in pain. Now the viewers of the artwork are not looking at the picture for themselves, they are now looking at it with a purpose. They need to find a meaning to the piece and if not they will not like the artwork. That is the way that it

When looking at a colored rock, I had no idea what it was so then I would read the description. Or if I had made a clear and final answer about the painting. I wasn’t going to change my mind even if the author walked up to me telling me this is what the painting was about. Only then I would be curious what the little blue blur of words was going to say about the painting. It was very interesting how I was able to get a completely different story from the painting. Yet, I was not persuaded. I thought my perception of the art piece was better than anyone else’s. I was fine with it. Similarly, Berger argues the same point. When Berger says, “This is a landscape of a cornfield with birds flying out of it. Look at it for a moment [below]. Then [look at the image following it.] This is the last picture that Van Gough painted before he killed himself” (48-49). The observer was able to obtain two different views from within the picture. The first time you thought that it was just as what it was described as. It was basically a pretty picture. Now when you view the picture for the second time you get something dark from it. You think that there must be something hidden about suicide in it. You now think as the birds as symbols, they are free. Now you changed your viewpoint based on the