If you are a lover of printed words, you would know how much of your time is taken by books alone. Then one day, sooner or later, you discover a huge vacuum within that you know next to nothing about other art forms. This blog is an attempt to fulfil one such lacunae in the art of painting. We intend to look up a random painting and upload it with a link here every day whilst having our daily cuppa coffee. In this way at least we hope to be better acquainted with colours, colourers and the schools than what we are now.If you wish to be a part, you know where to shout.
McGrath is a personal favourite. I find a lot of resonance in the way he captures blurring whether the view is through a windshield or an aeroplane window or any other moving(?) object. Is the vision clouded, is the entire perception blurred? Is it the impermanence of everything?
The Death of Seneca, 1773,
Jacques-Louis David
This painting seems to be more intent on offering enticing elements to the eye rather than capturing the agony of that ordered attempt at suicide. I prefer the
Luca Giordano version to this one.
Alain De Botton in his book
The Consolations of Philosophy writes:
David's rococo version of the scene was not the first, nor the finest. Seneca appeared more like a reclining pasha than a dying philosopher. Paulina, thrusting her bared right breast forward, was dressed for grand opera rather than Imperial Rome. Yet David's rendering of the moment fitted, however clumsily, into a lengthy history of admiration for the manner in which the Roman endured his appalling fate.
My Motherland can fuck your Fatherland, William N Copley
http://www.paulkasmingallery.com/artists/william-n-copley
Women's Bathing Place Oodeypore, India,
Edwin Lord Weeks