Now we have LGBTQ month .... flaming June
Wow, what an incredible painting! I’ve never seen it before nor even heard of it before. It raises so many different musings. Even the name is mysterious and evocative. Why is the pretty young lass in the beautiful diaphanous “dress”? Why did she fall asleep.? Is she actually asleep or just closing her eyes? What is she pondering? Is her name “Flaming June”? Or is it a flaming hot June afternoon?
And how did the artist paint that fabric with all the folds, creases and texture with the hint of her skin beneath?
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It ain’t no soup can.
I wonder how much of the modern art movement is nothing more than a century-plus long case of sour grapes about photography. Lots of artists made a living painting portraits for people. Once photography came, the middle and upper middle classes saw it was far cheaper and almost as good to get a photo. Boom, the art business is gone. No town portrait painter, no art schools and apprenticeships for trainee artists, and no more realism seen as the ideal because realism is what destroyed them. Realism is scoffed at as "superficial and vapid" while a single red square on a canvas is worshipped as true art.
