I've always enjoyed going to art museums, ever since about high school. Like books, art fosters my desire for thoughtfulness and tranquility. I've always enjoyed walking leisurely, letting my mind pass over the various exhibits and paintings, sometimes I dwell on their meaning and other times I'm just content to let the various paintings, sculptures, and exhibits imprint themselves on me.
Modern art appeals to me because of its ability to push my boundaries, to make me think. In an art museum, it's okay if something makes me feel a little uncomfortable as long as it makes me think. I'm also not at all concerned with being an outsider to art. I've always thought that "art" in its purest form cannot have outsiders in the strictest sense. Even "not getting" something or be repulsed by something is an artistic moment.
An art-viewer without an open heart, though, is to me a tragedy.
But I always wished that I could be more than just a passive viewer, someone with insight and knowledge into the various ebbs and flows of the history art and artists.
At the age of 18, I read John Berger's excellent "Ways of Seeing" and that was the first book to really open my eyes to art. Sadly, I've forgotten many of the lessons of that book -- though not the key theme, that no work of art should go uncritically examined.
Luckily, I had this volume on my to-read list (along with many others in the "short introduction" series).
This introduction gave me some of the background and some of the theoretical tools I need to make sense of Modern Art. The book gave me a richer understanding of the relationship between capitalism, consumption, and the rise of the various "isms" of Modern Art. It demonstrated how Modern Art could be both a malcontent within the larger modern project and one of its greatest proponents, hoping for an eventual unity between modern efficiency and human needs.
The writer's style is lively and gives you a sense of the excitement and despair of living in Paris, trying to network with other artists to get your work shown, writing manifestos to validate your new style of work while discussing art in the local coffee shop. The narrative flair of the author was well appreciated (and could be considered art in its own way).
The book also dealt with some of the more unsavory aspects of Modern Art and art in general. The institutionalization of art, the business and politics of art, the toxic masculine and macho nature of much modern art (something that surprised me), the artist as celebrity...if these are aspects that might kill your joy of art a little bit, they also shine a light on the trouble of any enterprise that has pure motivations and meets the real world.
Do you need motivation to read a book on modern art?
Try looking at
-The Card Players (1895) by Paul Cézanne
-Impression, Sunrise (1872) by Claude Monet
-Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1954) by Salvador Dalí
-Nighthawks (1942) by Edward Hopper
-The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
This should give you all the motivation you need to read more about art...or to visit an art museum.