Art Exhibit on Brown Versus Board of Educaiton Essay -- African Americ

Like A Fish out of Water Ill be the first to admit it I cannot understand art for the life of me. That be said, Im somehow always tricked into thinking I do. Ive tried my hand at being one of those intellectuals who goes to art museums for recreation, and enjoys analyzing pictures, paintings and coloured blobs. tho every time I drag myself to a museum, I end up discovering the same three truths about myself 1. Im horrible at grasping the artists message. 2. I stick around frustrated with things I get dressedt understand. 3. When I get frustrated, I get mad. That being said, it was only natural that I go to the Krannert machination Museum to see the Brown v. Board of Education exhibit. Ive never been to the Krannert dodge Museum, and honestly did not expect very much. I mean, how much worthwhile art can a college museum in the middle of a cornfield house? I cautiously entered the building, trying to pretend like I had been there before. Th e golden rule of playing such a dowery is simple never make eye contact. Once that happens, the jig is up. soul will realize I belong in the computer labs trades union of Green St. and immediately deport me back to the banks of boneyard. So I began calmly racing through the museum, never stopping to look at signs, (regular visitors dont need to look at signs) hoping to find a ogre Brown v. Board of Education sign somewhere. And after a pas de deux of laps around the building, I found where I needed to be. I was really impressed with the number of people who were checking out the exhibit. I expected to be the only one in the room, but instead saw a good number of people, mostly African-American, slowly inspecting every piece. I scheme there are peopl... ...ny thing is, my parents came to America to raise a family in a better standard of living than India. They wanted all of their children to admit a quality education and receive opportunities unavailable to them as youth. But without Brown v. Board, I would take in been better off growing up in India. The message of Arundhati Roys portrait was simple the civil rights relocation affected more(prenominal) than Black America it opened doors for all minorities.I took a step back from the portrait, and started walking out of the art museum. An as I left the museum, I did so with a little more gratefulness. While I may not understand the giant stool of bricks in the foyer, or why a man inside an imac keeps cheering do you understand?, I realized it doesnt matter. Not everybody is flash back out to be the art-connoisseur. But hey, at least I have the opportunity to give it a shot.