“For Moholy” ~ Kurt Schwitters, 1934
The Art Institute of Chicago.
Kurt Schwitters was a genius of composition, color, typography, texture, contrast, and form. And he did it all with little scraps of paper, old train tickets, and newspaper bits.
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The beautiful, sensual dress…
photo by Taras Kuščynskyj
“Love Letter” ~ Georgy Kurasov, 2001.
An interesting quote from Kurasov’s website bio: “Americans see Georgy Kurasov as a Russian artist, Russians as an American artist. Painters think he is a sculptor. Sculptors are sure he is a painter. And when Georgy Kurasov thinks of it, he rather like this borderline existence. Perhaps it what makes it possible to be himself, to be unlike anyone else.”
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“Boating on a River” ~ Robert Falk, 1935.
Robert Falk was born in Moscow in 1886. He studied art from 1903, and in 1910 was one of the founders and the most active participans of artistic group “Jack of Diamonds”. The group considered Paul Cézanne the only painter worth following, and the rest of visual art to be too trivial and bourgeois.
In 1928 Falk went on a supposedly short trip to France and refused to return; he worked in Paris until 1938, when he returned to Moscow. After 1938, until his death in 1958, he worked in Moscow, most of the time in isolation, where his works were in a “neo-impressionist” style.
Capogrossi tapestry at the Guggenheim, Venice.
Photo © 2013 Rhonda Turnbough.
capogrossi by cloudhammock on Flickr.
I’ve never thought about the question below…
Next time I will… because today is cloudless!
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Don’t you wonder what clouds taste like?
“To Jacques Nayral” ~ Albert Gleizes, 1917.
Oil on canvas, 29 7/8 x 25 5/8 in.
Columbus Museum of Art, Columbus, Ohio.
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“The Smoker” (Frank Haviland) ~ Juan Gris, 1913.
Oil on canvas. 73 x 54 cm.
Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid.
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Never stop anything… ‘till you drop!
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French landscape by Frits Thaulow.
This scene is so like the outskirts of any typical French village I visit in the sud-Touraine, I had to post it here. Frits Thaulow (1847-1906) was a Norwegian impressionist painter, best known for his naturalistic depictions of landscape. He moved to France in 1892, living there until his death in 1906. Thaulow soon discovered that the cityscapes of Paris did not suit him. His best paintings were made in small towns such as Montreuil-sur-Mer (1892–94), Dieppe and surrounding villages (1894–98), Quimperle in Brittany in (1901) and Beaulieu-sur-Dordogne in the Corrèze département (1903).
The drawing just happens ~ Jamie Hewlett.
“The drawing just happens. Everything just happens; and suddenly you reach a point where it’s perfect, and every move you make with your hand, and every thought you’re having, and it’s growing in front of you, and there are no mistakes. And this is a wonderful… as, you know for an artist, this is a wonderful…a wonderful place to be. If I get an hour like that I’m quite happy… But then you see, I’m not so selfish. I used to read that Picasso - not that I’m comparing myself to Picasso - but he used to have a rule that when he went to his studio and he shut his door, nobody was allowed to interrupt him, didn’t matter what was happening, nobody should interrupt him, and unfortunately I let myself be interrupted far too much.
It’s ridiculous the amount of barriers you subconsciously build up for yourself before you can get started on the thing that you’re really passionate about you know… ‘but I can’t start until the washing-up’s done and I should uh…change the cat litter or’… and then by the time you’re ready to start, you’re sort of… the moment’s gone!
I haven’t reached the point where I think I’m good at this; that’s the drive. I know that it’s in me, to be really good at it, and I think I’ve come close a few times, but um, I don’t usually… look at things I’ve completed and feel content - which then means the next time you… the next thing you start, you go into it with that attitude um, that ‘THIS time, I’m gonna get it right’… and that’s, that’s the drive, really, each time. But it’s, but it’s, that doesn’t mean that it’s, you know it’s a, a thankless task, that you hate everything you do, but it’s um, I’m never, I’m never content, and maybe I never will be but um, I secretly know that that is what makes you grow.”
- Jamie Hewlett; Artist and Filmmaker. (x)
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“Girl with a Kitten” ~ Lucien Freud, 1947.
Oil paint on canvas, 410 x 307 mm, Tate Collection.
Bequeathed by Simon Sainsbury 2006.
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Yeh… I’m an artist so I can say anything!
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“Rain” ~ Lizzy Stewart.
Sometimes an image surprises me so much I just have to re-post it whether or not it fits one of my blog themes or personal styles… but I have to say that on this New Year’s morning, just before I set out for my first walk of the year, and under leaden skies, I am smiling at the thought of coloured rain-drops falling on my head!
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