This morning, while looking through submissions from Illustration Friday’s participants, I found this intriguing post from Lisa Mertins.
She talks about her visceral reaction with a Rothko painting at Moma in San Francisco, and asks the question:
“Have you ever had this happen to you with art? I’d love to hear about it if so.”
I want to share a story about Rothko. When I was an under grad student, I took a 20th century art class with a visiting professor. Thankfully, our regularly scheduled fusty-old-moth-ball-smelling-tenured art historian was on sabbatical. Professor Visitor was from Philadelphia (maybe Chas or someone will remember her name). She began our term with the following story.
She said that while she was working on her master’s degree, she was late for a lecture in a museum. She was hurrying through a gallery to find her group when she came face-to-face with a Rothko. It stopped in her tracks, cold. Her hair stood on end, and she had an experience where she “got” it. She described understanding color from the level of color – not intellectually, but more on a non-spoken level. And she said it was then that she began to understand (aspects) of 20th century art thinking.
That introduction made all the difference in the world for me, and I LOVED that class. I was completely engaged with each chapter – each artist – each idea. I was completely awake.
Last summer, I met the Rothko that Lisa talks about in her post. Every time I see one of his paintings, I silently acknowledge the fact I owe a lot to Rothko and his works. He knocked our visiting professor’s socks off, and she opened the doors to “modern art” for me. It was the perfect introduction to the subject and, well, to making art.
Today opened the National Arts Program at Johns Hopkins Medicine. RJ, Dawn, Leezle, CoCo and I submitted pieces. The opening was packed – and bigger than I expected. The show features many talented people (kids and adults).
This is something CoCo painted for me called “Lunch with Papa.” I love the color in this. And, I love lunch.
Below is Leezle’s very timely painting called “Obama.” I wish he could see it.
Here’s Dawn’s intriguing masterpiece entitled “Jewels at the Bottom of a Well:”
Below is yours truly with “Frida’s Sitting Room,” blogged here:
And last but not least, my dear friend and colleague RJ Malacas with a portrait of his father (who is battling cancer):
I love that picture of his Dad.
I am delighted to announce that one of my pieces was accepted for the Penned exhibit for this year’s ArtScape festival!
Artscape July 17 – 20, 2008 in the Pinkard Gallery, Bunting Center, Maryland Institute College of Art
And, what I think might just be the best part – it’s JUNK MAIL ART!
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Please come see the exhibition if you are in town, and be sure to wear a monkey mask just like Trevor “Ham” Hamilton – it’ll make your life better! Good for pets, too!
Thank you, Chas, for hepping me to the exhibition.
Do you get a lot of junk mail? I sure do. I don’t mean SPAM…we all get that. I mean the good old fashioned snail mail variety. Credit card offers. Magazine offers. Services I never even knew existed.
What a waste of paper! It’s occurred to me that it can be re-purposed for good. To make someone (or some mechanical sorting device) have a brighter day! NOTE: I am not saying it’s a good idea to use the return postage paid envelopes…even though that’s a really funny thought.
Picasso Above, Monkey Below.
I created a new flickr JUNK MAIL ART group, if you want to join in the fun.
I submitted these for ArtScape, too. Here’s the pen.
That’s all you need. And an idea or two. Post yours with mine on Flickr.