A while ago an influential individual in the local art scene remarked to me about an artist we both know. He said that their work, up to fairly recently, had been among the sort of "pretty pictures" that he often sees across his desk, but that recently the artist had "upped their game" to a new level. While I agreed that the artist had indeed matured in their medium, I was left with a sour taste in my mouth as I walked away from the conversation. What's wrong with pretty?
Death of Marat by Jean Louie David |
The Scream by Edvard Munch |
Bacon or Heronimous Bosch. All beautiful in their power and ability to elicit strong emotion.
But sometimes, actually most times, I prefer to surround myself with things that please me like a vase of dahlias or a bowl full of tomatoes or a cat purring on my lap. I thrill to the mastery of John Singer Sargent's palette.
Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose by John Singer Sargent |
Blue Green and Brown by Mark Rothko |
Young Woman With a Water Pitcher by Johannes Vermeer |
So please forgive my flowers, my happy children and the cloud filled skies of my landscapes. I rather like pretty.
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