I love this vase. It looks like toxic space goop from hell dripping all down its sides. I’m down with that aesthetic.
Month: November 2019
Friday
Hey, look! It’s another vase! You know why? Because it’s Thanksgiving and people have vases for centerpieces and stuff. Okay, that’s a stretch because cornucopias are the traditional centerpieces, but whatever. I give up and digress, but look at the color feathering on that sucker – isn’t it gorgeous? It looks like a rising red dust storm.
Thursday
I love the Art Nouveau in-your-faceness of this piece. There is absolutely nothing subtle about it whatsoever.
Wednesday
This looks so simple, but in reality, it’s very difficult: keeping the glaze out of certain areas is incredibly hard, even with tools and effort. It’s a very deco design before art deco was a thing, and it borrows a bit from the Aztec legacy.
Tuesday
This is kind of that bleak, desolate post-Civil War American landscape that we just kind came to expect from the Reconstruction era. The country was still divided and scarred and people were tired and not at all okay with any of it. The art of the time reflected that dismal quality and while beautiful and serene, many of the landscapes have this depressing quality that you can’t quite quantify.
Monday
This painting is insane. Off the charts. The lighting literally follows you as you move around the room and changes shape and does crazy, creepy things. It’s crazy, creepy, intriguing, and insane.
Sunday
I feel like this is a study of everything I dislike so much in 17th Dutch painting: it’s a monochromatic study in browns of the interior of a church in a hyper-realistic psuedo-photographic style. It’s too much of a muchness. It’s the world duplicated in an exactness that is depressingly real, but in monochrome brown. (And to me, brown is the antithesis of color: it is all colors mixed together, so it isn’t really a color at all, but rather a lack of color.)
Saturday
I can see how this would have looked 100% different brand new, before urban blight and icon worship set in. It would have been a glorious thing; now it’s just kind of sad, really. I mean, it’s still beautiful and a super high level of craftsmanship, but it just looks like it’s been used and abused for a few hundred years.
Friday
It’s crazy to go into a museum and walk up to artwork and go, “My ancestor made that.” I do that every time I come to this painting. It’s a surreal feeling.
Thursday
If you know me at all, you know that religion is not my thing. I mean, yeah, I know the tenants of Christianity and I can recite a bunch of blah blah blah because I was brought up in it, but I’ll still always call this the ‘pretty Jesus box’ because I’m a sacreligious cow. And it is the pretty Jesus box.