Now I know how to link URLs, and a little knowledge bouncing about in my tiny brain-pan is a dangerous thing . . . Anyway, my favorite painting is Titian’s Young Englishman, from about 1545. Beats the Mona Lisa all hollow, if you ask me. It’s at the Pitti Palace, and I have a nice print of it at home (the one on this link is much yellower than it should be!).
I was recently in the National Gallery of Art, which has a Goya exhibition (including the Naked Maja and the Clothed Maja). I’ll have to say the most impressive painting was his Family of the Infante Don Luis. I especially like the guy grinning at the “camera.”
Years ago, I was impressed when I saw Dali’s The Enigma of Hitler. I remember how the image of Hitler in the center seemed as though it was a photo glued onto the canvas (not apparent in the link).
I can’t pick out a single favorite, because I like different things in different styles, but I’d say my top two are Dali’s Musical Tempest and Wyeth’s Christina’s World. I know that second one is kind of a cliche, but I still dig it.
I was recently in the National Gallery of Art, which has a Goya exhibition (including the Naked Maja and the Clothed Maja). I’ll have to say the most impressive painting was his Family of the Infante Don Luis. I especially like the guy grinning at the “camera.”
Years ago, I was impressed when I saw Dali’s The Enigma of Hitler. I remember how the image of Hitler in the center seemed as though it was a photo glued onto the canvas (not apparent in the link).
More at the gallery that impressed me was Rembrandt’s The Old Mill. Again, the photo is nowhere near as impressive as the original.
I’ve always loved John Singer Sargent’s Rehearsal of the Pasdeloup Orchestra at the Cirque d’Hiver, ever since I saw it ‘in person’ at Boston’s MFA years ago. I don’t know if I can even explain why I like it so much… It just makes me happy looking at it. How’s that for a fine art critique?
My favorite has to be Henri Matisse, The Dance. Something in the form and color, the sense of movement pleases my on many levels. My wife, the art history student could probably make a better statement about it. I just like it. Therefore, a print hangs in my bedroom.
I love the Aussie impressionist’s works so much I bought an out-of-print copy of Golden Summers - Heidelberg and Beyond, which was the official book of the Golden Summers exhibition which began in 1985.
Girl Combing Her Hair by William McGregor Paxton (1869-1941) No linkety, couldn’t find it online tonight, but it’s my wallpaper so it must be around somewhere.
The first time I saw it in my daughter’s Literature book I was mesmerized. So hauntingly familiar. Soft sloping shoulders, pale skin, slightly frizzy red hair. Then I realized it looked just like my mother. My brother insists that it looks more like my daughter, and my ex-husband says it looks like me. It’s true…it’s all three of us.
It’s a simple painting, nothing extraordinary, yet I find so much comfort in it.
Rops did a LOT of sick shit, but this is one of his best. In oils, anyway. For lithographs, I’d go for “The Sacrifice”, or “The Idol” (can’t find a link to that one).
I’m hard pressed to decide on a favorite, but after doing a paper on Boccioni, it’s no surprise I got to appreciate his work, “The City Rises” is my favorite painting by him.
The one that struck me the most is by a local artist, Lester Schwartz, titled Jazz in Blue. It was part of an exhibit at my college in the late 1980s, and I found myself returning to the gallery again and again to stare at it, drink it in. It was stunning.
I also love Andrew Wyeth’s Master Bedroom. I didn’t notice the dog for several seconds. The whole scene is so peaceful – I always wish I were in it, curled up next to that lovely dog. Why do I not own a print of this?