Posted on 06/19/2017 12:37:24 PM PDT by mairdie
A music video made to the black and white images, and color versions when I could later find them, from Dupont Vicars' book "Master Paintings of the World," 1902. The music is "When I Dream" by Joseph Blanchard.
I met Joseph Blanchard in the lobby of a hospital while waiting for my husband. He plays for free for patients and composes as he goes. A clever and a kind man.
They don’t make art like they used to...................
I remember a trip to the Art Institute where mother showed me a painting that was black on black. I couldn’t believe they bought it and hung it.
Communist Goals - 1963 Congressional Record:
22. Continue discrediting American culture by degrading all forms of artistic expression. An American Communist cell was told to “eliminate all good sculpture from parks and buildings, substitute shapeless, awkward and meaningless forms.”
23. Control art critics and directors of art museums. “Our plan is to promote ugliness, repulsive, meaningless art.”
Stunned. Never read that. On the other hand, I worked across the street from “Nuclear Energy,” an exceptionally unimpressive work from Henry Moore. FAR better was the Lorado Taft sculpture “Progression of Time,” in the park near where O gets his library. That was exquisite. Mother studied with Taft and I studied in his studio in my time. Loved to inhale the smell.
But I can remember putting together my first apt and knowing that I could put scribbles on the wall that would be just as good when I couldn’t afford real art. I forget the artist who did sports figures from that same period. He was so careless in his materials and canvas that curators had to immediately remove his work and reset onto a properly primed canvas. Our fine arts class had us priming canvas with rabbitskin glue (yuck) and gessoing walls.
Nowadays you buy pre-primed canvas, and all modern technology type tools and the ‘art’ is crap....Perhaps Van Gogh(?) was right. You must suffer for your art...........
Not my ear!
Have you ever worked with egg tempera? Working backwards building up the shadows. Great autobiography from Benevento Cellini describing the difference between using city egg yolks and country ones. And silverpoint! Amazing. The idea was that we couldn’t understand art unless we intimately understood how they were created.
It’s just old porn.
You’d have to eliminate all ancient art to avoid representations of the human body, and what a loss to the art world that would be. I was raised to love representations of human beings, not be tittilated by them. Color, shape, the glow of layers passing through one another. I can’t even imagine how that becomes porn. Even Michelangelo painted nudes on the ceiling and I can’t imagine the worshippers thinking porn instead of the beauty of man. But everyone reacts differently. To me it’s a purity of form that inspires and fills my heart. For someone else, it might not be. I’m grateful everyone can respond their own way.
I’m grateful I’ve known so many of the ones in the thousands. Studying art at the University of Chicago gave me access to some of the most beautiful images I could ever imagine. I went from grinding my teeth in physics classes to crying in art classes from the beauty of a painting that filled the front of the room and took your head off. We learned to rip a painting apart to discover why it worked, and then to put it back together so that it retained its mystery and beauty. To me, art is something that sends chills down your back and fills you with peace. I can only think that’s why paintings were commissioned for churches. They helped people find some spiritual place within themselves. Like music raises up the soul. Did you know that paintings were commissioned by color because of the expense of the pigments? When a donor sponsored a painting, the commission included how much of each color would be in the painting. It’s always glorious to hear other points of view. I appreciate yours.
Back in the day when the ideal female breast was a handful, not a ten-gallon hatful. None of these females is super skinny, either — they all have curvy hips and butts. But they were perky up top.
Hard to imagine it was universal. Many of the artists came from a wide range of countries, and many worked extensively in other countries. Algeria seemed to be a favorite location for many at this turn of the 20th century. The artists are French, German, Polish, English. Probably mostly French. Definitely not the type of model you expect to see in French Impressionist or even the earlier Ruben model. But not the distorted shapes of the early modernists either.
I turned the book into an experiment in web design. Back in my IBM days I used to argue with people that a physical book was more useful than an electronic one. So I tried to change that by putting the book into multiple formats to fit the way people approach reading an art book.
http://www.iment.com/maida/family/mother/vicars/index.htm
Agree. I haven’t seen so many boobs since I found my Dad’s old Playboy.
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