When I used to live in Japan as a child, I was not very into Japanese art at all.
I was attracted to more of Western paintings like Georges Seurat or Alphonse Mucha.
They seemed more cheerful to me.
On the contrary, the Japanese colors made me sad and down.
Apparently, it just looked exactly like where I lived.
Nothing about the paintings were exciting to me at the time.
Now I live in this sunny warm Southern California and finally see the beauty of the colors.
I am thankful that I now appreciate every type of art!