I went to look at art in the museum today with my friend Ben, and I saw such a large number of famous artist's work all in one series of rooms.
This was my second time to see the exhibit, and I really need to go on a different day. Saturdays are always filled with out-of-towners who move through the rooms like cattle in a pen, and although I am not fond of all of the artists in the show, I much prefer to look at art and think about it without snobby rich people stepping directly in front of me whilst I’m looking at a painting,or listening to various people comment on the art and 'fight' each other for a spot that is not suited to viewing a particular art work, etc... In short, I don't like looking at Art when other people are in the gallery.
I like to walk through empty rooms and let the colors of the paintings wash over me, and the cold stares of the bronze statues encased in Plexiglas boxes confront me as I study their singular characteristics.
Artists that I tend to dislike, sometimes catch me with a piece that steps out of the bounds that they create with their normal style of work.
One such artist is Picasso, he is normally an artist that I stray away from, because of the content and strange style of work that doesn’t appeal to me at all, but as of late I have been exposed to 50 years worth of his work, in various forms and have discovered a few select pieces that I enjoy.
Among these select pieces, are several sculptures a painting or two, and several illustrations created for books and some wonderful pen and ink drawings.
My friend Margarite is convinced that I don’t like any art at all, which is untrue, or else why would I be attending an Art school?
I told her that its not that I don’t like art, it’s the simple fact that our Art History instructor tends to focus on all of the artists and works that I seem to dislike and then skims over the artists in which I’m truly interested, and that is why I always seem to ‘hate’ the art we talk about.
Margarite has yet to be convinced of this fact and states she will have to see it to believe it. Ha-ha I really can do nothing but laugh at this, because it’s kind of funny.
Oooh, I saw a Degas today now that is an artist I enjoy, not the entirety of his work, just the dancers really, but "oh, I love the dancers!"
This painting I saw was called “Dancers at the Barre”
I think that this painting by Edgar Degas is one of my favorites thus far, and since I have yet to see all of the dancers he’s ever created there is potential for my mind to change.
I want to go back to the Vollard exhibit just to see that painting and maybe a few of Cézannes famous apples again.
I should take a friend, but just one, because any more and you get too much conversation and not enough art, one is best, you can discuss a myriad of things and not get in one another’s way when one wants to stop and focus on something else.
I don’t hate Art I just have very particular tastes.
I wish that I could sell art again… I got to sell art while I worked for a local Contemporary Furniture store, before I came to school in Chicago.
And I miss it quite a lot, especially when you get the perfect paring of artist personality and artwork. One of my favorite artists was a woman by the name of Amy Rocket-Todd, she created some of the most spectacular works of paint and pastel that ever graced the surface of a canvas I sold 4 30”x30” paintings of hers to one particular couple who were furnishing their new home. The couple loved the three that we had hanging in a series on the wall of the shop but a fourth was needed to continue the flow of not only the space in their home but also for continuity of the paintings, I found another one.
The paintings were shapes and forms that were inspired by the body, in some of the most beautiful combinations of soft reds, pinks, muted tans, and plums, and the occasional lime green or aqua blue. The wonderful blending of colors was almost violently cut to pieces with the strokes of black made with charcoal on the surface of the canvas; this division of the canvas defines the subject and mesmerizes the viewer. “The Pretzel Unwinds in Due Time” is a painting that hung in our store fore quite some time and I’m quite sure that this was one of quite a few of paintings I sold of hers.
I encourage you take a glimpse at this intriguing artist and her work. www.rocketttodd.com
She is one of the reasons why I love art.
This was my second time to see the exhibit, and I really need to go on a different day. Saturdays are always filled with out-of-towners who move through the rooms like cattle in a pen, and although I am not fond of all of the artists in the show, I much prefer to look at art and think about it without snobby rich people stepping directly in front of me whilst I’m looking at a painting,or listening to various people comment on the art and 'fight' each other for a spot that is not suited to viewing a particular art work, etc... In short, I don't like looking at Art when other people are in the gallery.
I like to walk through empty rooms and let the colors of the paintings wash over me, and the cold stares of the bronze statues encased in Plexiglas boxes confront me as I study their singular characteristics.
Artists that I tend to dislike, sometimes catch me with a piece that steps out of the bounds that they create with their normal style of work.
One such artist is Picasso, he is normally an artist that I stray away from, because of the content and strange style of work that doesn’t appeal to me at all, but as of late I have been exposed to 50 years worth of his work, in various forms and have discovered a few select pieces that I enjoy.
Among these select pieces, are several sculptures a painting or two, and several illustrations created for books and some wonderful pen and ink drawings.
My friend Margarite is convinced that I don’t like any art at all, which is untrue, or else why would I be attending an Art school?
I told her that its not that I don’t like art, it’s the simple fact that our Art History instructor tends to focus on all of the artists and works that I seem to dislike and then skims over the artists in which I’m truly interested, and that is why I always seem to ‘hate’ the art we talk about.
Margarite has yet to be convinced of this fact and states she will have to see it to believe it. Ha-ha I really can do nothing but laugh at this, because it’s kind of funny.
Oooh, I saw a Degas today now that is an artist I enjoy, not the entirety of his work, just the dancers really, but "oh, I love the dancers!"
This painting I saw was called “Dancers at the Barre”
I think that this painting by Edgar Degas is one of my favorites thus far, and since I have yet to see all of the dancers he’s ever created there is potential for my mind to change.
I want to go back to the Vollard exhibit just to see that painting and maybe a few of Cézannes famous apples again.
I should take a friend, but just one, because any more and you get too much conversation and not enough art, one is best, you can discuss a myriad of things and not get in one another’s way when one wants to stop and focus on something else.
I don’t hate Art I just have very particular tastes.
I wish that I could sell art again… I got to sell art while I worked for a local Contemporary Furniture store, before I came to school in Chicago.
And I miss it quite a lot, especially when you get the perfect paring of artist personality and artwork. One of my favorite artists was a woman by the name of Amy Rocket-Todd, she created some of the most spectacular works of paint and pastel that ever graced the surface of a canvas I sold 4 30”x30” paintings of hers to one particular couple who were furnishing their new home. The couple loved the three that we had hanging in a series on the wall of the shop but a fourth was needed to continue the flow of not only the space in their home but also for continuity of the paintings, I found another one.
The paintings were shapes and forms that were inspired by the body, in some of the most beautiful combinations of soft reds, pinks, muted tans, and plums, and the occasional lime green or aqua blue. The wonderful blending of colors was almost violently cut to pieces with the strokes of black made with charcoal on the surface of the canvas; this division of the canvas defines the subject and mesmerizes the viewer. “The Pretzel Unwinds in Due Time” is a painting that hung in our store fore quite some time and I’m quite sure that this was one of quite a few of paintings I sold of hers.
I encourage you take a glimpse at this intriguing artist and her work. www.rocketttodd.com
She is one of the reasons why I love art.
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