“The images for these paintings weave and intermingle in my mind and present themselves as a mélange of overlapping histories.”
“The images for these paintings weave and intermingle in my mind and present themselves as a mélange of overlapping histories.”
“You’d not want to mess with her. She’s got a knife. But you do wonder what her future will be.”
I recklessly mentioned that Watteau’s Pierrot is my favourite painting in the Louvre. I have been invited to explain why, and it has to do with the ability of some great paintings to convey hidden messages and intrigue us with their meaning as well as beauty.
I feel I share a common interest in subject matter with Delano, and have traveled to many of the same places – just in very different times and circumstances.
I am beyond grateful for the chance to discuss the beautifully mysterious paintings of Simon Quadrat.
An art exhibit comes to rest in an abandoned New Jersey Neighborhood
This is written not as an art historian, a poetry professor, or an academic or expert of any kind. This is written as a lover not a scholar. Though I’ve probably said too much, there’s so much more to say.
I felt the need to create beautiful images, nurturing, reflecting, mentoring. The Tsiporas became pregnant – pregnant with life, pregnant with hope and appreciation for all we have had and need to continue to create – To heal our beautiful world…
Time runs backwards and forwards, memories mingling with anticipation, and saints occupy the same strange space as sufferers, glowing in the corner of their visions.
Two days later he called me and told me he had something I would like to see, so I arranged to meet him. He had a large brown envelope with only a date on it: 1912.