Well, that’s not entirely true.
The subject moves me tremendously; which is to say I may ramble on incoherently about art and look the fool, but I’m nonetheless compelled to share that which speaks to me (now that I finally have the time in my life to listen).
I know just enough about art and art history to know I’m been culturally challenged for most of my life. I could use my dominant left brain as an excuse, but my right brain refuses to throw in the towel despite the classic fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants approach. The more I try to talk about (or around) art, the more apparent it becomes that I essentially know next to nothing when it comes to the subject.
See! I’m doing the incoherent ramble thing already!
Despite my cultural shortcomings and my ramblings, I’m living proof that it doesn’t matter if you don’t “know” art. You’ll know if the art moves you; that’s what really matters. If it truly moves you, you'll want to “know” more about the artist; maybe even the artist's contribution to the history of art.
I discovered I wanted to know more when my own cultural revolution began. I wasn’t just moved by this pivotal painting; I remember being completely blown away. My right brain did cartwheels! And then my left brain said, ‘Wait. I need details!’
The beauty of it all? It started with a kiss.