Shaky Constructs of Questionable Import and Dubious Utility.
It's my favorite piece of art.I once said to Portia (in one of those discussions that you never forget, but can't remember how the topic it came up) that if I knew I was about to lose my vision, forever, this painting would be the last thing I would want to see. I don't know that that is still true...but it's close.
:) I remember it well. You trumped my eclectic list easily by arguing for a simple vase of sunflowers. A vase, yes. Simple, no.
I've never been all that much into painters. There are only a handful of artists who I could really say move me in any way, and those I love. But Van Gogh is at the top of that list. And it makes such a difference, especially with his work, seeing it in person. When we went to Paris, I saw Van Gogh's Iris at the Musee D'Orsay. I could literally have stared at it for hours. What you don't realize until you get right up close to it is that he outlined the leaves in brilliant violet! It is the most remarkable thing I've ever seen, but it works. And the texture of the paint on the canvas is just unbelievable - you want to reach out and touch it. I don't know why, but his paintings just seem to be alive in a way that most others, aren't. I had already bought a smaller print of the Iris for my Mom (she's a gardener, and Iris are her favorite) at the Getty in LA and when I saw the original I was so glad. I'll never forget it as long as I live.I guess that sounds corny. My husband and I got into one of those 'discussions' leaving the Musee - he was totally unimpressed with Van Gogh (he liked the Monets. I like some Monet too but they didn't have any of my favorites, which are mostly lesser-known, so I'd been disappointed).
I was trying to figure out why I don't like a lot of paintings and why I do like the ones I like, and the only thing I could think of was that the painters I like all manage to make their paintings seem infused with light, which is rather an odd thing to say about Van Gogh since his technique is so heavy. Most of the others I like are Impressionists or post-Impr., but when you look at his work, even though he just slathers the paint on, they do just seem to almost glow from inside. Maybe I'm just so insensitive to Art that you have to hit me over the head with a mallet before I respond :)
You are not at all insensitive, Cass. We just rush around too much. I'll post another painting and you tell me if you like it.
Ever notice that when you talk about art (or 'Art', as they call it), you always end up sounding vaguely, or not so vaguely in my case, ridiculous? That's why I should learn to STFU :) Sorry, I just got excited. I do that sometimes...My favorite Art scene in a movie is from L.A. Story - (no one likes this movie except me and my sales guy friend at work, but it is really a great film - a lot of snooty Shakespeare puns and double entendre if you like that sort of thing - it's actually quite funny). Steve Martin is standing in front of painting at a museum with a woman he's trying to impress and her date and a friend and going on and on about the torrid sexual symbolism in the work and how hot it makes him. Finally the camera pulls away and you see just a big red blob of paint :D
Hey! That's MY painting you described!Either that or my band-aid.
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