【明報專訊】Before the widely acclaimed exhibition of (Sandro) Botticelli and His Times closed at the Museum of Art last week, I managed to see it in the nick of time. Artworks aside, the enthusiasm from the public surprised me. The space was filled with a subdued cacophony, an excitement tempered by the self-consciousness to remain quiet at an artistic venue — a sentiment I share and resent at the same time — wouldn't it be interesting to engage in open conversations about art while looking at it? If art is the embodiment of expressions, why are we so solemn around it? Perhaps out of rebellion, I couldn't help but notice the many conversations around me.