There is solidarity in the ordinary everyday bits of being human and that is the fundamental cornerstone of this work. It definitely gets the point across – and how. Everything about it screams “normal”, “everyday”, “pedestrian”, “unobtrusive”. Even the colors, whilst bright, still have a greyed tone to them as if they want to fade to the background a little bit.
Tag: painting
Friday
If you’ve never lived in rural Missouri, you don’t get this painting and I can’t adequately explain it to you. That is all.
Wednesday
This speaks of a desert landscape, arid, dry, broken lines and harsh, unyielding, and yet broken. I love it on so many levels.
Tuesday
This, also, is an example of shaping the world with different ways of thought. The African American experience is such that it colors the very fiber of art in a way that can’t be duplicated.
Monday
Oh, lord, this piece… this piece hurts my soul on a number of levels. It speaks to me of futility and hope and pain and suffering and grief and so many, many things, and it is most poignant that I’m posting this on Holocaust Remembrance Day, because it symbolizes to me the most painful darkness of war, genocide, and rising above it only to do it all again and again.
Sunday
This looks like a boxcar graveyard to me, and as such, graffiti and all, the painting has done its work.
Saturday
It kind of looks like a clown vomited all over a horror show carnival. I’m not sure I’m down with it. It’s like a cotton candy nightmare. How does that embody feasibility?
Saturday
I love how Vuillard’s work always seems to be done with the utmost haste and willful disillusionment, as if he has zero fucks left to give. But the very gentle treatment of the subject belies the lack of fucks theory and, instead, gives us insight into the way he cared for his subjects and the world around him even as he treated it with ineffectual disdain and a kind of ADHD slapdashery.
Friday
Brown is not my favorite color. Brown is not a color: it is all the colors mixed together, and as such, is a non-color. This painting is non-color to the nth degree. However, I still enjoy it for the x factor that it has – the bit of blurry watery-edged give no damn attitude and the way that it just shrugs and says, “take it as it is or not at all”. We all need that.
Thursday
What I love about Pissarro is that his work is kind of the best of both worlds medium between Monet and van Gogh: it’s got the the dreamy ethereal quality of Monet with the bold color grasping of van Gogh, but somewhere in the middle is a seductive reasoning that only Pissarro managed to maintain.