In my college Honors Humanities course, I had to do some art interpretation. I remember, as a child and young adult, listening to museum docents talk about works of art, describing them in ways such as, "And you see how the red in the upper corner draws your eye up and away from the subject, and the bright yellow produces a feeling of hope and peace" or "The artist chose to use broad brush strokes, evoking a sense of freedom yet restlessness." So, when the time came for me to do this in my college course, I was somewhat intimidated but soon found it enjoyable. Because, as I came to realize, there wasn't necessarily a "right" or "wrong" answer. After all, it was interpretation. My fellow classmates and I would sit in the darkened theater classroom, looking at hundreds of slides, listening to the teacher talk about the use of color, light and shadow, among a number of other things I can't at the moment recall. There were always those painti...
