Art in Sofia

Artwise, things were rosier in Sofia. I visited three galleries. Which, for me, anywhere else, would have been no mean feat; while I love a good gallery, my enjoyment is usually marred by morons, pretentious arses, youngsters and, for that matter, Philistines of all ages dragging themselves around to humour parents, precocious siblings, earnest lovers, pushy partners et cetera.

At the time I visited, two of Sofia’s galleries were devoid of people. Which was fine. Sadly, they were also devoid of information to guide me, the viewer, around what looked only ‘so-so’ artworks, and so give me clues of how better to understand and appreciate them. I can, of course, come up with my own thoughts and sentiments, although when works are less inspiring and when I’m taking extraordinary measures against inclement weather, my enthusiasm wanes a little.

Anyway, here are the galleries which, grumbles aside, gave me some pretty varied experiences:

(to be continued in tomorrow's posting)