My weekend got me thinking about how we experience art up close, particularly when you’ve got Vivaldi’s Four Seasons on the menu one evening, followed by Turner’s paintings of the sea the morning after. What do you do with the sublime when it’s right in front of your face, and no longer just through the speaker or the screen of your phone?
When you're left holding the sublime
When you're left holding the sublime
When you're left holding the sublime
My weekend got me thinking about how we experience art up close, particularly when you’ve got Vivaldi’s Four Seasons on the menu one evening, followed by Turner’s paintings of the sea the morning after. What do you do with the sublime when it’s right in front of your face, and no longer just through the speaker or the screen of your phone?