People need to stop blowing their noses, it’s a fucking brass section in here.
The Veiled Vestal Virgin Raffaele Monti, 1847
I remember learning about this painting in ‘Art Appreciation’ Class in 5th grade, and how the woman in this painting is disabled from the waist down, and the farm she was crawling to was the farm where her [boyfriend?] lived, who was also disabled. I believe one of them was deaf, or something, either way, they both sat in silence for hours and through each other they didn’t feel so alone, and they felt finally ‘understood’.
Something to that extent.
Andrew Wyeth, Christina’s World
My favorite painting.
I’ve always loved the works of Franz Kline- the picture here doesn’t quite capture the ingenuity of his works- you have to imagine this as a massive painting taking up an entire wall. Sure- it’s a simplistic representation of a chair, and although in this small picture it does look like a 4 year old could paint better, the gigantic strokes were all painted with 100% purpose, the rough strokes giving the pieces of the ‘chair’ a more than just dark feel. It looks like nothing, it looks like everything.
I suppose what really captivates me is that this movement or form of art is not about what you paint, but rather how.
I could go on and on about the several interpretations of his work, but, alas, my Analytical Chemistry exam awaits my complete attention. Apparently Franz Kline did most of his prep-work on newspaper clippings or bar napkins.
"Spontaneity is practiced" - the so-called slogan of Abstract Expressionism.
"MOTIVATION is what gets you started. HABIT is what keeps you going."
I could use a bit of both!
Jim Ryun (via pock3tfulofsunshin3)
Emo whale… Needs a hug!
Ironic how many people feel this way too.
The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
The style here reminds me of ‘The Scream’ by another artist- although ‘The Scream’ was significantly more ‘rough’ stroke-wise. I absolutely love the style though, and the way that the small, messy blotches of warm paint say so much about this woman, whoever she may be- or even better, the emotion of being carefree and content with one’s self. IMO, the eyelashes are stunning- sharp, and completely contrasting to the rest of the canvas- they make one’s eyes focus on the face and the carefree ecstasy of this moment. This might sound strange- but this piece makes me want to breathe. Fresh air.
Her body appears rather distorted, but my eyes keep wandering to the face- no thanks to the subtle but immense detail in the facial area- but the distortions seem so.. appropriate?
Anyway, hope you all take a breath of fresh air when glancing at this :)