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Voices | CREW CUT<br />
Down to a<br />
Fine Art<br />
ART ASTONISHES AND ENTERTAINS.<br />
SO DOES TRAVEL. TOGETHER, THEY LEAD<br />
TO SELF-DISCOVERY<br />
Kareena Gianani<br />
is Senior Associate Editor at<br />
<strong>National</strong> <strong>Geographic</strong> <strong>Traveller</strong><br />
<strong>India</strong>. She loves stumbling upon<br />
hole-in-the-wall bookshops, old<br />
towns, and owl souvenirs in all<br />
shapes and sizes.<br />
In 2015, I walked into the glass building of Toronto’s Art<br />
Gallery of Ontario only because it coolly curved 600 feet<br />
along a street I happened to pass. It was my first day in the<br />
country, and entering some place that resembled a canoe or a<br />
silvery spaceship seemed like the wise thing to do.<br />
Inside, I looked at the works of Emily Carr, a trailblazing<br />
Canadian artist I’d never heard of. But her dramatic paintings<br />
of moist rainforests, brooding cedar trees, and old brave totem<br />
poles told me stories of a Canada we rarely see: a land of rich but<br />
fast disappearing indigenous cultures, way beyond its first-world<br />
shininess. Carr’s fierce art protested against European settlers<br />
erasing her homeland’s cultures. Slowly, Canada’s newness<br />
slipped away and I didn’t feel as much of a stranger.<br />
Until late last year, I’d travel for unforgettable places and<br />
people. I savoured the getting away, and the arriving at a place<br />
where foreign tongues fill a bistro during breakfast. I travelled<br />
for boisterous cities, camped in wild forests, or followed a lover<br />
to new lands. But things changed last October, when art began<br />
ruling my itineraries in Paris, Barcelona, and Amsterdam.<br />
From being quarter-day plans squished between long spells of<br />
roaming a city, museums became delightful dawn-to-night<br />
affairs in themselves.<br />
I discovered, for instance, that being in the Louvre building<br />
is like being all over the world at once. One never knows what<br />
one might find. My interactive Nintendo guide took me to a<br />
corner of a room where a marble<br />
sculpture of a woman stretched<br />
out on a mattress, a lone flimsy<br />
sheet wrapped around her left leg.<br />
She was dreaming. The eroticism,<br />
her sinuous grace was palpable;<br />
until I walked over to the other<br />
side and realised that “she” wasn’t<br />
a woman. It was the androgynous<br />
figure of Hermaphroditos, carved<br />
as if to half-shock, half-tease a<br />
viewer. It was made between the<br />
third and first centuries B.C., yet<br />
there I was, abashed and amused<br />
by the effect it was having on me.<br />
Someplace else was a painting<br />
of a man dressed in a frilly redand-black<br />
costume. He smiles<br />
mischievously at someone we<br />
cannot see; his eyes are crinkled,<br />
and face flushed. The merriment<br />
exuded by the “Buffoon Holding<br />
a Lute,” by Dutch Golden Age<br />
painter Frans Hals can ward off the greyest of moods.<br />
Paris’s Musée d’Orsay, on the other hand, is a map of what the<br />
city was like at various points in time. The nightlife and show<br />
business of Paris in the 19th century are brought to life by the works<br />
of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. Edgar Degas’s “The Ballet Class”<br />
is a window into the moods of Parisian ballerinas once they’re<br />
off the stage. One scratches her back absentmindedly, others<br />
only half-listen to their ballet master. Here, centuries collide and<br />
Paris’s many histories move about freely. In the evening, strains<br />
of waltz filled this railway-station-turned-museum and at least<br />
80 dancers filled the atrium for a spectacular surprise.<br />
Isn’t this what we travel for? To be astonished and entertained;<br />
tickled and thrilled, mostly by people we will never meet? Given<br />
the range of discoveries it entails, art doesn’t feel very different<br />
from travel itself. And while it is a great way to see the world,<br />
it is also a way to see myself. Being in Amsterdam’s Van Gogh<br />
Museum, for instance, had the most cathartic effect on me. I went<br />
chasing a teenage favourite and found myself wrapped in the life<br />
stories of the artist’s hope, tragedy, and great perseverance. In<br />
the Rijksmuseum, watching a local art student sketch Johannes<br />
Vermeer’s “The Milkmaid” calmed me as much as the original<br />
painting itself. I also discovered that artists who hang out in<br />
museums make for great conversation: Louvre turned extra<br />
special after I met a Portland-based artist and we sat on a bench<br />
thumbing through his sketchbooks filled with Michelangelos, da<br />
Vincis, and other works I’d never<br />
have checked out if I were alone.<br />
If you, like me, ever feel slightly<br />
daunted by museums, step into<br />
Room 19 of Rotterdam’s Museum<br />
Boijmans Van Beuningen. There is<br />
a man’s head poking from the floor.<br />
The life-size wax sculpture rises<br />
from a gaping hole in the ground,<br />
looking inquisitively at a roomful<br />
of Dutch Romantics around him.<br />
Fifty-six-year-old Italian artist<br />
Maurizio Cattelan created this<br />
installation because he still feels<br />
like an outsider in the art world.<br />
Yet he breaks new ground, literally.<br />
Travelling for art, above all, is a<br />
reminder of what is most important<br />
to me: to seek beauty and joy, and<br />
to be playful while I can. There is<br />
no such thing as being too happy,<br />
too emotional, or too moved by an<br />
artwork. They are safe places.<br />
PHOTO COURTESY: MAURIZIO CATTELAN, UNTITLED (MANHOLE), MUSEUM BOIJMANS VAN BEUNINGEN<br />
14 NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC TRAVELLER INDIA | MAY <strong>2017</strong>