The price for happiness

On our editor’s team, I am always the one trying to get more art into our magazine. I think art is something so personal and so worth spending a lot of money on.

Last week I had to be in Madrid for business, and I had the unexpected pleasure of a few hours free before my plane departed. So I decided to visit my favorite museum: The Reina Sofia Museum, located in the area of Madrid known as the Golden Triangle of Art.

The Reina Sofia is both a fine art building and a building of significant historical importance. It first served Madrid as the city’s first General Hospital. In 1885, after numerous work stoppages, it finally opened its doors, which would stay open for 84 years until 1969, when it was closed down. But Madrid did not forget her first hospital, and in 1986, after many renovations, the Ministry of Culture declared the Sophia a national museum, now famous for its modern and contemporary art. This beautiful museum, with its smell of history and its natural light, is in perfect harmony with the amazing architecture. When you walk under the curved pillars of the inbound patio you cannot help but feel respect for this extraordinary building and its atmosphere of peace.

My own favorite painters are, by far, the cubists on the second floor. Most people come here to visit Picasso and take their time admiring his impressive canvases. I love Picasso, too; but I have given my heart to Georges Braque and Juan Gris. They play with my eyes and make me smile. While I am standing there all alone in this small room, daydreaming, surrounded by my favorite paintings, this happy, little old man stands next to me.

We smile awhile together at so much beauty, and then he says, “I have a Braque at home”. I am awestruck: a Braque lover, just like me, but having his own Braque in his house? I ask him: “Why Braque?” He answers that cubists are the most stubborn of painters. “They do things so differently from the other painters. And I am stubborn too”, he says, smiling. “And when I look at my Braque painting, I feel so happy”. I laugh because I think the same thing. I love the stubborn painters, doing everything differently swimming against the current! I hesitate because I want to ask him how much he paid for the painting; I know it is rude but I would love to know. The man brings his head close to mine and says: “You can’t put a price on happiness”. My mouth drops open with amazement. He read my mind. The man moves slowly out of the room, very pleased with himself.

Last week another interesting thing happened; a diamond was sold at auction for 51.3 million Euros. According to Christies, the world-famous auction house in Geneva, the aptly-named Oppenheimer Blue is the largest blue diamond ever to be offered at auction. I wonder what you can do with a diamond worth 51.3 million euros? Can you wear it at special occasions? Or can you only look at it in your safe? Will the owner also get that happy feeling looking at it, or is it just an investment? How can you enjoy a luxury piece that cost so much money?.

I decided then that I will have more art in the magazine because I would like everybody to have that same happy feeling looking at art. That is what art is meant for.

And we all know, as my new art friend said: “You cannot put a price on happiness!”




By this blog I hope to share, to help, to reach out, I hope we meet soon!