A friend sent me a website for an artist she enjoys, and I've just finished looking at gorgeous still lifes, as well as some landscapes. She was taken by the shape of some lemons. I love the yellow in some of the works, and the thick smeariness of the paint and the leap the viewer must make to identify them. I've gotten out of the habit of seeing art, and I need to get back in the swing of going to art museums and soaking in the beauty and thought and soul. I know that one bad print can send me soaring emotionally. I love the Monet print of the magpie on a gate in a snowy landscape. I've seen the original painting twice, and just the small print brings back standing before the huge painting and feeling I was seeing my brave soul up there before the world.
I've been thinking a lot about the Louise Bourgois sculptures I visited last week, and how she makes something light and delicate become heavy and massive. Women are often identified with spiders - Black Widows - and others, and I love seeing the strength in her sculptures. We are, in fact, quite strong and indomitable. We just need reminding.
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