tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78437925134140369552024-03-13T10:30:53.076-07:00Painters' MindsMunch, Rubens, DaVinci, Picasso - oh, I heard about all of them.
But do I really "know" their works, their history, their obsessions?
It's time to discover.Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-65539655780262619512007-01-11T04:46:00.000-08:002007-01-11T06:08:25.556-08:00<div align="center"> Hockney's success was so rapid that he became independent very soon after leaving the Royal College and did not, like the vast majority of his contemporaries, have to rely on teaching in order to make a living. In 1963 he travelled to Egypt at the invitation of the London Sunday Times, then at the end of the year went to Los Angeles, a city he had always fantasized about: </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><strong>Within a week of arriving there in this strange big city, not knowing a soul, I'd passed the driving test, bought a car, driven to Las Vegas and won some money, got myself a studio, started painting, all within a week. And I thought, it's just how I imagined it would be."</strong></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div align="center">The Los Angeles lifestyle and landscape became important features of Hockney's work. There were other important changes in his work as well: he started using acrylics rather than oil paint and he made increasing use of photography for purposes of documentation. He immediately loved the city and made Santa Monica his home. Spending much of his day at Santa Monica pier, Hockney would just people-watch and admire the beautiful boys that seemed to be at the beach every day of the year. This new environment greatly inspired him. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOCUAuDYtio0VMFlacly22ejxTq8Yj6Jz5muyNsaxavXcM5J63kdzbUOqGYtzB7y2IkbjBbifjtDYjntv8yanU6AikDwxKpTRSfYE2B4SgnD6h2InaiCMcR0ABPAtzr-QvDYgMeJk6FWM/s1600-h/Domestic+Scene,+Los+Angeles+1963.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018769694655430066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaOCUAuDYtio0VMFlacly22ejxTq8Yj6Jz5muyNsaxavXcM5J63kdzbUOqGYtzB7y2IkbjBbifjtDYjntv8yanU6AikDwxKpTRSfYE2B4SgnD6h2InaiCMcR0ABPAtzr-QvDYgMeJk6FWM/s400/Domestic+Scene,+Los+Angeles+1963.bmp" border="0" /></a> Domestic Scene, Los Angeles 1963<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018770648138169794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJGDsIR11r9QaoIyFMAjv2onmJ3dRqLGuAHYMYpKw8Am09dWau3ccAPLtQuWmH-ZEBeua5Jn5gGjI5zTMSvRVU3X9N6l0YrLkeGefjHFm3dr9MGQMMFW8K5PAcNtfd2RfP12JD1JdnVQS/s400/Man+Taking+Shower+in+Beverly+Hills,+1964.bmp" border="0" /> Man Taking Shower in Beverly Hills, 1964<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div align="center">In his California paintings, such as Man in Shower in Beverly Hills (1964), Hockney featured mainly wet, sculpted men and typically colorful southern California architecture. Overall, he was enamoured of the more laid-back, sunny lifestyle that the city of Los Angeles provided. It was around this time that Hockney developed the naturalistic, realistic style he is most known for today. </div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyovzne1GJQawRtMxD8LRLwfIjASlQ1CAU2EYdbGZLtz556LzjQZrS6k0xH8yBPc7xpZinxsczXhreA9drsDDyXrGW4DjUoMTSLWawHF6zq7V8If20nD6RKM_PRd8wj8VGsla5uv1ZG16b/s1600-h/Portrait+of+Nick+Wilder,+1966.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018771773419601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyovzne1GJQawRtMxD8LRLwfIjASlQ1CAU2EYdbGZLtz556LzjQZrS6k0xH8yBPc7xpZinxsczXhreA9drsDDyXrGW4DjUoMTSLWawHF6zq7V8If20nD6RKM_PRd8wj8VGsla5uv1ZG16b/s400/Portrait+of+Nick+Wilder,+1966.bmp" border="0" /></a> Portrait of Nick Wilder, 1966<br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQesTA2YQK9Z8wr8ZxB6tEmbWhoegBPXksRKKkDF1kLC5lWu1pGbpzFekv9PhMgEwEKdrBI8u-5_wHbb_kJXSZ1GrtP2nxAaS44FZXsN5GahFTWz1J3iTXCtyFwmgYTjwqx0c991NAoFj/s1600-h/Beverly+Hills+Housewife,+1966.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018769484202032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQesTA2YQK9Z8wr8ZxB6tEmbWhoegBPXksRKKkDF1kLC5lWu1pGbpzFekv9PhMgEwEKdrBI8u-5_wHbb_kJXSZ1GrtP2nxAaS44FZXsN5GahFTWz1J3iTXCtyFwmgYTjwqx0c991NAoFj/s400/Beverly+Hills+Housewife,+1966.bmp" border="0" /></a> Beverly Hills Housewife, 1966<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div></div></div><div align="center">His life was professionally successful - he had no fewer than five one-man exhibitions in Europe in 1966 - and personally happy. </div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6oTOPnRKliKskNA4dniLxrI5nJ7sAef-4skDjSUyV3AXOj5721UlwbHJye3XiQJW8DL2QoYUAUZwclfbtZLZNVLNtOE283SCwB3aWfIi2GnUkVvv89zF5OY7ajUIp9Ha97bIA7Nw-CPSD/s1600-h/The+Room,+Manchester+Street,+1967.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018772065477377506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6oTOPnRKliKskNA4dniLxrI5nJ7sAef-4skDjSUyV3AXOj5721UlwbHJye3XiQJW8DL2QoYUAUZwclfbtZLZNVLNtOE283SCwB3aWfIi2GnUkVvv89zF5OY7ajUIp9Ha97bIA7Nw-CPSD/s400/The+Room,+Manchester+Street,+1967.bmp" border="0" /></a> The Room, Manchester Street, 1967<br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVN5mqECvNajrAC1D0Lw2gkhgv6zuIHrAc5Uc2JoZNC_zQiGlnc4S-my8wOs1eTMTSt2-TwvZuemn_5ixnjE86gTD5-qClB2u4-v2IiiFMCAVT_sBfx3kTvnAaMxSZIYh8XQpVtuJ6nADt/s1600-h/A+Lawn+Being+Sprinkled,+1967.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018768839956938130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVN5mqECvNajrAC1D0Lw2gkhgv6zuIHrAc5Uc2JoZNC_zQiGlnc4S-my8wOs1eTMTSt2-TwvZuemn_5ixnjE86gTD5-qClB2u4-v2IiiFMCAVT_sBfx3kTvnAaMxSZIYh8XQpVtuJ6nADt/s400/A+Lawn+Being+Sprinkled,+1967.bmp" border="0" /></a> A Lawn Being Sprinkled, 1967<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GupKrCjagyRQcWnt3dZno0EzbmPbEWDFrCY3F57Nxs-qLjtTfmyy3p0G3ZNI5rehik3wbxoSO3GpdtQfwJIDeztRTLaqLgVW7R0g8vo5jIGnmtIS2HxKYrHmibz6VCGIazSAGvAi7tXY/s1600-h/A+Bigger+Splash,+1967.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018755568507993458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7GupKrCjagyRQcWnt3dZno0EzbmPbEWDFrCY3F57Nxs-qLjtTfmyy3p0G3ZNI5rehik3wbxoSO3GpdtQfwJIDeztRTLaqLgVW7R0g8vo5jIGnmtIS2HxKYrHmibz6VCGIazSAGvAi7tXY/s400/A+Bigger+Splash,+1967.bmp" border="0" /></a>A Bigger Splash, 1967 </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div align="center">In 1966 he met Peter Schlesinger, a young a nineteen-year-old Californian art student who became his lover and favourite model. Schlesinger was just about everything Hockney ever wanted in a man. He was attractive, smart, young, innocent, and in great need of Hockney's guidance. Schlesinger became a favorite subject of Hockney's, and the many drawings of him show the informal intimacy of the two. A year later, Schlesinger transferred to Los Angeles from Santa Cruz and moved into an apartment with Hockney. During the day, Hockney would paint, but at night the two would often lie in bed drinking wine and reading. Hockney was very happy. In June of 1967, Hockney took his new beau to Europe, and the two toured the continent. At this time, Hockney's interest in photography grew. He would take endless shots of Schlesinger, mostly for fun, but also for study. </div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018772744082210290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxk2cUd-m6CtAIuo5o3Z8FSutMJK95WouHjOXs2-uQ-BrSmDhAbnfTPYGJoS-BO6AKl0kefHlq1pga7FkIkxWB3EU-HjCeER5hkC_0wg5OgMgQXhEH66i5VdEkSSwWD_BMvaKzd4r9za2i/s400/Peter+getting+Out+of+Nick%27s+Pool,+1966.bmp" border="0" /><div align="center">Peter getting Out of Nick's Pool, 1966</div></div></div></div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-25670604147925914532007-01-11T01:51:00.000-08:002007-01-11T04:41:54.986-08:00Hockney's New York trip<div align="center">In the summer of 1961, Hockney traveled to New York for the first time. His friend Mark Berger showed him around all the city's galleries and museums, while his other friend Ferrill Amacker showed him the hot gay spots. To pay for the trip, Hockney sold several of his paintings. He was also able to work on other paintings and sketches. He was struck by the freedom of American society - it was at this stage that he bleached his hair and began to present a new image, fuelled not only by the United States but also by his discovery of the poetry of Whitman and Cavafy. </div><p align="center">It was from his New York sketchbooks that Hockney came up with the idea for an updated version of William Hogarth's "Rake's Progress" which reflected his American experiences. </p><div align="center"><strong>William Hogarth's suite of the same title is a moral tale of a squandered life told in eight copper-plate engravings published in 1735</strong>. Hockney's intention had been to make eight etchings for his own series following Hogarth's original titles, but it was finally extended to 16 which he was to work on over the next two years. Now transposed to New York, Hockney's semi-autobiographical 'rake' is seen discovering the good life found in a more liberated society. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">At first all goes well for the young man: he sells prints, is accepted by the 'good people', bleaches his hair for the first time, frequents bars and marries. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEJYiDNgZS6VhutwovfA-kXty4ZRoobzgxFAkoCpWQ0XasEYR5Tsz0Oovt5r9_r59EDToEFikCVFLFbOrivrS7njE2AifWSo0q-Nv91_G50oS714MCNfxjGJBAPV5rKhAPG4tKKihO1b-/s1600-h/The+arrival.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018717308939320498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEJYiDNgZS6VhutwovfA-kXty4ZRoobzgxFAkoCpWQ0XasEYR5Tsz0Oovt5r9_r59EDToEFikCVFLFbOrivrS7njE2AifWSo0q-Nv91_G50oS714MCNfxjGJBAPV5rKhAPG4tKKihO1b-/s400/The+arrival.bmp" border="0" /><p align="center"></a> THE ARRIVAL<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBa3r6nsmctJ4JDJUILiZWjiF8IWHIi72EseJjHRu77R6y30K8J9TObiIghpLjJ2LElysxe1Ht-pZSufkjOmkxeQkf5DIfcl2hg8XgDX0FrzCM1pkXhVyItgBLrKZC253AVqhhNHRhLxm4/s1600-h/RECEIVING+THE+INHERITANCE.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018717025471478946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBa3r6nsmctJ4JDJUILiZWjiF8IWHIi72EseJjHRu77R6y30K8J9TObiIghpLjJ2LElysxe1Ht-pZSufkjOmkxeQkf5DIfcl2hg8XgDX0FrzCM1pkXhVyItgBLrKZC253AVqhhNHRhLxm4/s400/RECEIVING+THE+INHERITANCE.bmp" border="0" /></a> RECEIVING THE INHERITANCE</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRRQixttGPfASZKcbguNqTdu8mCVKfFWPIsgLu9-ECbU6OED_1dLquYKB9Y8Wu-_XRoTjUPFuU7omKyGbRs0cXVx9tOBrUKBALX4O2XD1Lu5NkvZqKkH4CoMgM9nSwnvasHn4wbLfVqyV/s1600-h/MEETING+THE+GOOD+PEOPLE+(WASHINGTON).bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018716742003637394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRRQixttGPfASZKcbguNqTdu8mCVKfFWPIsgLu9-ECbU6OED_1dLquYKB9Y8Wu-_XRoTjUPFuU7omKyGbRs0cXVx9tOBrUKBALX4O2XD1Lu5NkvZqKkH4CoMgM9nSwnvasHn4wbLfVqyV/s400/MEETING+THE+GOOD+PEOPLE+(WASHINGTON).bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">MEETING THE GOOD PEOPLE (WASHINGTON)<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sEW7mzELUKPr_UYLpK7a9zv0C9dqKdKCJOzoGUz3XMyvxM5ic_xRfxlBWuVTbuedx3aaFJWjtjbGrevS01KrHGkOrd_mwSUUxFCYqSiDHUog4lRUjrBr8_P3Hq7Z58cTfFK3cQwrI_ii/s1600-h/Bez+tytuÅuTHE+GOSPEL+SINGING+(GOOD+PEOPLE)+MADISON+SQUARE.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018715032606653490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sEW7mzELUKPr_UYLpK7a9zv0C9dqKdKCJOzoGUz3XMyvxM5ic_xRfxlBWuVTbuedx3aaFJWjtjbGrevS01KrHGkOrd_mwSUUxFCYqSiDHUog4lRUjrBr8_P3Hq7Z58cTfFK3cQwrI_ii/s400/Bez+tytu%C5%82uTHE+GOSPEL+SINGING+(GOOD+PEOPLE)+MADISON+SQUARE.bmp" border="0" /></a>THE GOSPEL SINGING (GOOD PEOPLE) MADISON SQUARE<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBj6O7b082Boyx1bRBodckIwNF0LhbOdaIJJi_JHN74tpApwHwtobe6gbrjHpEgAgOAciwz_cYvUYsPWZKhhBasGUWkOv6BRLMSumSXrVjTsm1Kw2yH-gZrFMcOiiVWTyrREKvjsipl7u/s1600-h/THE+START+OF+THE+SPENDING+SPREE+AND+THE+DOOR+OPENING+FOR+A+BLONDE.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018718507235196146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijBj6O7b082Boyx1bRBodckIwNF0LhbOdaIJJi_JHN74tpApwHwtobe6gbrjHpEgAgOAciwz_cYvUYsPWZKhhBasGUWkOv6BRLMSumSXrVjTsm1Kw2yH-gZrFMcOiiVWTyrREKvjsipl7u/s400/THE+START+OF+THE+SPENDING+SPREE+AND+THE+DOOR+OPENING+FOR+A+BLONDE.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">THE START OF THE SPENDING SPREE AND THE DOOR OPENING FOR A BLONDE<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEP7lZa9OMRXoRY5pIPoH5HkMDCtCCrfwBhA0Bx4fPMeLU0iPXt7AwvsdBMcRhx1MyZ1AxwIXoT9kHfRETR-13lJtZtjbCP7cOzZsEBXQW9OCqD5WZW3z4GxzE6fA9_U0nlGzo6OHGLTNC/s1600-h/THE+SEVEN+STONE+WEAKLING.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018718258127092962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEP7lZa9OMRXoRY5pIPoH5HkMDCtCCrfwBhA0Bx4fPMeLU0iPXt7AwvsdBMcRhx1MyZ1AxwIXoT9kHfRETR-13lJtZtjbCP7cOzZsEBXQW9OCqD5WZW3z4GxzE6fA9_U0nlGzo6OHGLTNC/s400/THE+SEVEN+STONE+WEAKLING.bmp" border="0" /></a> THE SEVEN STONE WEAKLING</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSksdykbQciBS_rxcvuZa3xx-AkZDlDkKZt-SvUK6ccPfwsrqaYRpeDCf0ycv9L5fLyuXugoxmAy3n76yRcEAZzD9KskiAPLHoF1M9dIVqLpMPNDouePIKPOIjTKZpEZDfF5e_mIDk0WBP/s1600-h/THE+DRINKING+SCENE.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018717549457489090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSksdykbQciBS_rxcvuZa3xx-AkZDlDkKZt-SvUK6ccPfwsrqaYRpeDCf0ycv9L5fLyuXugoxmAy3n76yRcEAZzD9KskiAPLHoF1M9dIVqLpMPNDouePIKPOIjTKZpEZDfF5e_mIDk0WBP/s400/THE+DRINKING+SCENE.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">THE DRINKING SCENE</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJzMXyaT7ys35lwGBu6Lcu-nop3HZzuY6UsuIMGFqvBFjevc5ZdvFPCSv7TkgZLmxs6Kq8U8hWi9GH0ovGI1yhI4sxDetLgbd8UcKxYiX7l3KzXtIFLoMb21j_Yd2Zjl6N8xmrl3xDYG_/s1600-h/MARRIES+AN+OLD+MAID.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018716230902529138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJzMXyaT7ys35lwGBu6Lcu-nop3HZzuY6UsuIMGFqvBFjevc5ZdvFPCSv7TkgZLmxs6Kq8U8hWi9GH0ovGI1yhI4sxDetLgbd8UcKxYiX7l3KzXtIFLoMb21j_Yd2Zjl6N8xmrl3xDYG_/s400/MARRIES+AN+OLD+MAID.bmp" border="0" /></a> MARRIES AN OLD MAID</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ahBElTuCY4-0iyo-UoMZSd706glVnx65NYCuANlesVDS_3SO7mk-q8BoeGLESiwvTtLJjgKKOakb46BgW_N043BGw3zEwrNk-asxBCvTpx9nC0Uf58CY51qgBUhra0_iLvC_0aXqsoA2/s1600-h/THE+ELECTION+CAMPAIGN+(WITH+DARK+MESSAGE).bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018717794270624978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ahBElTuCY4-0iyo-UoMZSd706glVnx65NYCuANlesVDS_3SO7mk-q8BoeGLESiwvTtLJjgKKOakb46BgW_N043BGw3zEwrNk-asxBCvTpx9nC0Uf58CY51qgBUhra0_iLvC_0aXqsoA2/s400/THE+ELECTION+CAMPAIGN+(WITH+DARK+MESSAGE).bmp" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">THE ELECTION CAMPAIGN (WITH DARK MESSAGE)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfqXJXIzUjeazYKwm9ElgSMYxAolNdLJOBSZBrT1gjCP5guylBtz_KLHF7gif0VaWkZvpKXRMZSQy3Nd3G0lXpOoiZkQQeaqaZYpHpGL81xR77sK7CyJS6j1On5hBJUJjmFXdImQcwd18/s1600-h/VIEWING+A+PRISON+SCENE.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018719014041337106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfqXJXIzUjeazYKwm9ElgSMYxAolNdLJOBSZBrT1gjCP5guylBtz_KLHF7gif0VaWkZvpKXRMZSQy3Nd3G0lXpOoiZkQQeaqaZYpHpGL81xR77sK7CyJS6j1On5hBJUJjmFXdImQcwd18/s400/VIEWING+A+PRISON+SCENE.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">VIEWING A PRISON SCENE</div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQE_aUdKPiYwZwUZxwJFG8MOSBWao2EgQHSNeudqMoQ5pOy2Iv98ixB2jod1tF1dtoZHAkq9mQKAr4YZZTbQ0yV4kKM8CGrKJt8YfvswIT4Rr3M1ZgmJdCr5twuq_YkHPN4KzxW-lUx-m/s1600-h/DEATH+IN+HARLEM.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018715530822859858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQE_aUdKPiYwZwUZxwJFG8MOSBWao2EgQHSNeudqMoQ5pOy2Iv98ixB2jod1tF1dtoZHAkq9mQKAr4YZZTbQ0yV4kKM8CGrKJt8YfvswIT4Rr3M1ZgmJdCr5twuq_YkHPN4KzxW-lUx-m/s400/DEATH+IN+HARLEM.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">DEATH IN HARLEM</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Misfortune is to befall him as he runs out of money and is shunned by the 'good people' His ultimate fate depicted in the final two plates is not descent into madness as in Hogarth's tale, but into joining the mindless masses, the 'other people'.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAboyXuqzXvn85mIRJ_WJWc-25C958GpLwIfKwLbvgFBTEi8ri5MZDSaSuOA0IlQrktB6yYnUZfPUJy0CcV8sysCUggsxmCF-zccrvedMHr9cBsuRI8EDcj6Waz_Tx_G-6uvkrSra0aK6/s1600-h/THE+WALLET+BEGINS+TO+EMPTY.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018718760638266626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAboyXuqzXvn85mIRJ_WJWc-25C958GpLwIfKwLbvgFBTEi8ri5MZDSaSuOA0IlQrktB6yYnUZfPUJy0CcV8sysCUggsxmCF-zccrvedMHr9cBsuRI8EDcj6Waz_Tx_G-6uvkrSra0aK6/s400/THE+WALLET+BEGINS+TO+EMPTY.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">THE WALLET BEGINS TO EMPTY</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJS2wwDNkAE2Beaw09Nt4e9t93pAiWk5mpCN5ZKBUofSTNXaLRmBn6xAIghLpEB-rRO9iIy5RJkfCpe4ktgFYSRIwzvf7g5_muAfSXlIjTnWl91pMPC7qwkFDgWJMlfbZ2DaN9GSq0ijp/s1600-h/DISINTERGRATION.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018715784225930338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcJS2wwDNkAE2Beaw09Nt4e9t93pAiWk5mpCN5ZKBUofSTNXaLRmBn6xAIghLpEB-rRO9iIy5RJkfCpe4ktgFYSRIwzvf7g5_muAfSXlIjTnWl91pMPC7qwkFDgWJMlfbZ2DaN9GSq0ijp/s400/DISINTERGRATION.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">DISINTERGRATION</div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14aAJ23pQlQCnX6p1yUBebguiLfWuG5eF1cXknFiHuJ8XGSGOAlPsAF4fiQLYAdmeHhoNsFC977HdBjzLelkhvTtUndfgqcg8x6jMeNJwuYqbzQUhKcw4oWfqgnAy-v4PfWzV0fl1DM4Q/s1600-h/CAST+ASIDE.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018715277419789378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14aAJ23pQlQCnX6p1yUBebguiLfWuG5eF1cXknFiHuJ8XGSGOAlPsAF4fiQLYAdmeHhoNsFC977HdBjzLelkhvTtUndfgqcg8x6jMeNJwuYqbzQUhKcw4oWfqgnAy-v4PfWzV0fl1DM4Q/s400/CAST+ASIDE.bmp" border="0" /></a> CAST ASIDE</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrHNNz3Bi741A4lBc8Jrc0XfOCAnSRUCtEgQP2d5knzCOIEeqXK8WAxiiuxEM-uHSqJvFBZRCkrjr5hrEvHZAPgun11XfZxBDrfXyI3zZU5W3aDrj3t88XO5nNCC1tyVeqS9y8cCyonjx/s1600-h/Meeting+other+people.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018716480010632322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrHNNz3Bi741A4lBc8Jrc0XfOCAnSRUCtEgQP2d5knzCOIEeqXK8WAxiiuxEM-uHSqJvFBZRCkrjr5hrEvHZAPgun11XfZxBDrfXyI3zZU5W3aDrj3t88XO5nNCC1tyVeqS9y8cCyonjx/s400/Meeting+other+people.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">MEETING OTHER PEOPLE </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018727973343116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBGfSL02cIhDyjCWzp4jfErc7jreLT8H2ngeBWHhQ1OkrenMRs45-c1JtxI-u0MALeR1-TWMJ1V8HQT_tVYcKjUGjy4k8c7InmBmYJvKHhvSfhyKiid-GRICPEnQTv77401aRIRgYYKAo/s400/BEDLAM.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">BEDLAM<br /><span style="color:#996633;">.</span><br />In "Bedlam" the only way of distinguishing the 'rake' from the other robotic figures is by a small arrow above his head, he has finally been subsumed into the uniform crowd where personal identity has disappeared. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;">.</span><br />Hockney was offered five thousand pounds for the above plates and thus was able to live in America for a year at the end of 1963. In the mean time, he finished his studies at the Royal College and received considerable attention from critics, professors, and peers at several student shows. At this time early on in Hockney's career, his artwork was poetic and tended to tell stories. He even wrote poetic ramblings on many of his paintings as well. For a short time, Hockney was in danger of not receiving his diploma because he had failed his Art History courses. Nonetheless, he was awarded the gold medal for outstanding distinction at the convocation and ended his college career on a tremendously good note. </div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-14114953895426826272007-01-11T00:11:00.000-08:002007-01-11T04:24:58.798-08:00Who is David Hockney?<div align="center">David Hockney was born on July 9, 1937, in Bradford, England. A "natural born artist"- by the time he won a scholarship to Bradford Grammar School in 1948 (one of the best schools in the country) at the age of eleven, he had already decided that he wanted to be an artist. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">.<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zbfwiLgLIp30C77m-qU69ueCJxOMUVtay7qiIwb3mJfalRYJcvDoTCZ4zubyz2RxL_f5ce1X2xwLVTVkbddDtsD-TwZjTccKAUL6Z897vj-k4KEnq0gIrfVEyL1mr09b1SKScGd6Iplo/s1600-h/Self+Portrait,+1955.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018746102400073042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1zbfwiLgLIp30C77m-qU69ueCJxOMUVtay7qiIwb3mJfalRYJcvDoTCZ4zubyz2RxL_f5ce1X2xwLVTVkbddDtsD-TwZjTccKAUL6Z897vj-k4KEnq0gIrfVEyL1mr09b1SKScGd6Iplo/s400/Self+Portrait,+1955.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"> Self Portrait, 1955</span> </p><p>.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpZhRKBqHwr0WuJqvHeWfUvTuRLVgIaaYw73TXTWp0G5zWzwvDrJ5vozDF5WB05-1BjYYompUYiO1SBJ3qee0s7J7_xYYhKnt8V2HE9WblIruTRfk9un_UQSkcdjB7EMwvpuiEfW4FW5_/s1600-h/Portrait+of+Father,+1955.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018746368688045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWpZhRKBqHwr0WuJqvHeWfUvTuRLVgIaaYw73TXTWp0G5zWzwvDrJ5vozDF5WB05-1BjYYompUYiO1SBJ3qee0s7J7_xYYhKnt8V2HE9WblIruTRfk9un_UQSkcdjB7EMwvpuiEfW4FW5_/s400/Portrait+of+Father,+1955.bmp" border="0" /></a> Portrait of Father, 1955</p></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">.<br /></div></span><div align="center">He drew for the school magazine and produced posters for the school debating society as a substitute for homework. At sixteen he managed to persuade his parents to let him go to the local art school, and this was followed by two years of working in hospitals as an alternative to National Service, as he had registered as a conscientious objector. After this he went to the Royal College of Art in London to continue his studies, arriving there in 1959.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6BMWvGVVTQ9j4zqclkS9kdbKnrw1jTQUprTQx7Aj-fxXYa2GslEhTjTJzbwkLoSnbcGF4fmetBEQqKjRxIlHUyhT6ehhDxGASu5bLiRwPZjhWFnVrNxjOfgtpm3-XpFQ0ldmCnvp4Dnj/s1600-h/Eccleshill,+Near+Bradford,+1957.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018745840407067970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6BMWvGVVTQ9j4zqclkS9kdbKnrw1jTQUprTQx7Aj-fxXYa2GslEhTjTJzbwkLoSnbcGF4fmetBEQqKjRxIlHUyhT6ehhDxGASu5bLiRwPZjhWFnVrNxjOfgtpm3-XpFQ0ldmCnvp4Dnj/s400/Eccleshill,+Near+Bradford,+1957.bmp" border="0" /></a> Eccleshill, Near Bradford, 1957<br /><span style="color:#663300;">.</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzytLbcPKMIsZ6sU8nxZfh4KqmbW_jLsoQApaj8P6f6jEIAMXBJJlj3mS4rzxWMQ_RuFoF3Q1xRQBjOOfWeK0zNgyBL2MUle3lZ1Rz21TJWFgWC28CplBikbMMnP9NQvPtFG3ROE6loUk8/s1600-h/Dewsbury+Road,+1957-58.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018745522579488050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzytLbcPKMIsZ6sU8nxZfh4KqmbW_jLsoQApaj8P6f6jEIAMXBJJlj3mS4rzxWMQ_RuFoF3Q1xRQBjOOfWeK0zNgyBL2MUle3lZ1Rz21TJWFgWC28CplBikbMMnP9NQvPtFG3ROE6loUk8/s400/Dewsbury+Road,+1957-58.bmp" border="0" /></a> Dewsbury Road, 1957-58</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;">.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center">Hockney immediately felt at home at the Royal College. There were no steadfast rules or regulations. Not only did he find much success and pride in his work, but he also thrived in the many friendships he made there. Hockney was a serious student and dedicated much effort to painting. During his first term, he experimented with more abstract styles, but he felt unsatisfied with that work, and he still sought his own style. He was quite a self-motivated sort of person and began to feel a need for meaningful subject matter, and so Hockney began painting works about vegetarianism and poetry he liked reading. He was at this moment in a phase of rapid self-discovery on both artistic and personal levels, coming to terms with his own sexuality, and at the same time searching for a style.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Hockney's ebullient personality soon made him well known, even outside the Royal College, and he made his first major impact as a painter with the Young Contemporaries Exhibition of January 1961. This show marked the public emergence of a new Pop movement in Britain, with Hockney as one of its leaders.</div></div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-78580413258127201852007-01-10T23:45:00.000-08:002007-01-11T01:37:41.558-08:00Pop Art<div align="center">Pop art was a term I always associated with Andy Warhole and of course his Campbell's Soup Cans. That was until I encountered an article about <strong>David Hockney</strong>, that inspired me enough to get to know something more about that amazing artist. </div><div align="center">First of all few words about Pop Art in general (from Wikipedia)</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong>Pop art</strong> was a visual artistic movement that emerged in the early 1950s in Britain and in parallel in the late 1950's in the United States. Pop art is <strong>one of the major art movements of the Twentieth Century</strong>. Characterized by <strong>themes and techniques drawn from popular mass culture</strong><strong>,</strong> such as advertising and comic books. Pop art, like pop music, aimed to employ <strong>images of popular as opposed to elitist culture in art</strong>, emphasizing the banal or kitshy elements of any given culture. Pop art at times targeted a broad audience, and often claimed to do so. However, much of pop art is considered very academic, as the unconventional organizational practices used often make it difficult for some to comprehend. </div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-58306847471552995632007-01-10T04:46:00.000-08:002007-01-10T06:47:07.785-08:00The Conclusion<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHlXZXAq6FexfSeUc2OVUWLZawPQ2MobX2PMGcu-2UswsuiHRky2UDsaj9EKr2pVCPP0MmTxVjyB3YN1UGXt_-urkP79wDDk4JHW7yPvnNHd15qazZvAmKlwMaBD0fFTuD333ak5Tdz-b/s1600-h/Autoportret.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018412155807906834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHlXZXAq6FexfSeUc2OVUWLZawPQ2MobX2PMGcu-2UswsuiHRky2UDsaj9EKr2pVCPP0MmTxVjyB3YN1UGXt_-urkP79wDDk4JHW7yPvnNHd15qazZvAmKlwMaBD0fFTuD333ak5Tdz-b/s400/Autoportret.bmp" border="0" /></a> Self Portrait: Between Clock and Bed (1940-42)</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><div align="justify">Munch was a fascinating artist. A brave one-setting new directions, making a breaktrough. The more I'm getting to know about him and his art, the closer he becomes. His art was his life, his pictures were his true emotions. He wrote once:<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>"They will not get it into their heads that these paintings were created in all seriousness and in suffering, that they are the products of sleepless nights, that they have cost me blood and weakened my nerves." </strong></div><br /><div align="justify">And though his pictures may seem sometimes exaggerated to an average person, they convey what everyone of us felt, feels or will have to deal with someday. In the "Frieze of Life" Munch perfectly summed up people's nature- love, anxiety and death- the truths that can never change and are so perfectly fitted into human's fate. He also saw that people are full of emotions- that they make us, what we are and create our existance. And that we only see the part of the truth. The multitude of human emotions is an endless inspiration. As Munch said:</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>"At different moments you see with different eyes. You see differently in the morning than you do in the evening. In addition, how you see is also dependent on your emotional state. Because of this, a motif can be seen in many different ways, and this is what makes art interesting." </strong></div><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><div align="justify">After childhood trauma and tormented adult life, in his last years Munch felt a strange peace. <strong>"...now all the old phantoms have crept down in their mouseholes for this one enormous phantom,"</strong> he is said to have said to Pola Gauguin, the artist's daughter. In the winter of 1943/44 Munch contracted pneumonia and he died peacefully at Ekely on 23 January 1944.</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /></div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-32323476509277340332007-01-04T00:08:00.000-08:002007-01-09T04:59:43.396-08:00Death will fall upon us<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>"We should no longer paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. </strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>We should paint living people who breathe, feel, suffer and love." </strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">E. Munch</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOZFCCyY-0bK-NnVNN3G9MRTK7zvZyRCY-DtbiO_HefwUUtGNKZ3jMBpLthyDB4i2nrWs8qc8QuyV5Ih-8POag10wpgzl2NFs2jEgIg6EUa_8w2QhJizrdsfn_pXmRGOthFLGzkflIlX7/s1600-h/Spring.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016110135550463298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOZFCCyY-0bK-NnVNN3G9MRTK7zvZyRCY-DtbiO_HefwUUtGNKZ3jMBpLthyDB4i2nrWs8qc8QuyV5Ih-8POag10wpgzl2NFs2jEgIg6EUa_8w2QhJizrdsfn_pXmRGOthFLGzkflIlX7/s400/Spring.bmp" border="0" /></a> Spring (1889)<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">This picture shows the whole absurdity and cruelty of life. There is so much light and breeze coming through the window, filtering through and swelling the curtains, filling the entire room. The light, the breeze and the flowers all symbolize life. The spring itself is one of the most important symbols of life. Against this background of light and strength, the girl seems frail, weak and helpless. She is not looking at the window, she seems already resigned to her fate. The girl is dying although everything outside is coming to life. We will all die like this one day in a world throbbing with life. We won't be able to scream anymore and the nature will follow its course as if we never existed. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS4y2pG4HBvmAdptKMWn8ssPhg3Glj99XAOmLkd2jH0D-eAac6RR5uycrOU_LT1MZoIxe4Hh5DyM-guZKJHaJp5wfR_938tNJRoXGxpDfUKYluJkf8_f_rp9A45Bu39uAkhogCpe-0n81/s1600-h/Night+in+Saint+Cloud,+1890.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016113193567178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTS4y2pG4HBvmAdptKMWn8ssPhg3Glj99XAOmLkd2jH0D-eAac6RR5uycrOU_LT1MZoIxe4Hh5DyM-guZKJHaJp5wfR_938tNJRoXGxpDfUKYluJkf8_f_rp9A45Bu39uAkhogCpe-0n81/s400/Night+in+Saint+Cloud,+1890.bmp" border="0" /></a> Night in Saint Cloud, 1890 </div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The work painted by Munch after his father's death. Lonliness, sadness, the time stands still, it's quite and gloomy, the part of inner world passed away with the love one.</div><div align="center"><div align="center"></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gzDHvTJJ98vbCsOcmUur7olSiy2TaOLoBLIJWUn-1b1j6GBN3Un-ECo6h8jKn7cBj6ptRDwrgjXG2GKm8qRsHlSAAerPRFytBv7uRKjFwAq0esEp618wnYIA5iG3m9OYypaV2l5ykS34/s1600-h/Death+in+the+sickroom.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016111896487054690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1gzDHvTJJ98vbCsOcmUur7olSiy2TaOLoBLIJWUn-1b1j6GBN3Un-ECo6h8jKn7cBj6ptRDwrgjXG2GKm8qRsHlSAAerPRFytBv7uRKjFwAq0esEp618wnYIA5iG3m9OYypaV2l5ykS34/s400/Death+in+the+sickroom.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Death in the sickroom (1893)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">In this work Munch came closest to fulfilling his ambition to produce paintings which would make people feel 'the sanctity of this moment and take off their hats as if they were in church'. With no prior knowledge of the title the spectator would be aware that something terrifying and tragic had happened. But unlike The Sick Child in which attention is drawn to the fate of the invalid herself, in this painting attention is drawn to the effect of death on the living. We do not see the face of the dying girl who is seated in the chair; instead we look into the faces of those who will survive her. Even though it is a group image, it is a picture of alienation as each individual must deal with death on his or her own terms. The image is very silent, with death expressed as an emotional void--the presence of an absence. Each family member is depicted in isolation from the others; each reacts in an individual way to the tragedy taking place. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPuRM9ryC4ORTnxF1vPF1A4x7aswdjDkDbLxOYAB37eNQDrVIFJ4cjakL6bQ2iTGJ5nHh8wHRZQJXYL6-3kNs0lnRbZCBRrD7g9gChIX4NcrEBCf6o5GiLloTBx4_lIS_x0dcj3EWDeJZ/s1600-h/Death+in+the+Sickroom,+1896+Litograph.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016112643811364226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPuRM9ryC4ORTnxF1vPF1A4x7aswdjDkDbLxOYAB37eNQDrVIFJ4cjakL6bQ2iTGJ5nHh8wHRZQJXYL6-3kNs0lnRbZCBRrD7g9gChIX4NcrEBCf6o5GiLloTBx4_lIS_x0dcj3EWDeJZ/s400/Death+in+the+Sickroom,+1896+Litograph.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7thpsRL0JGWkun1viOqBN8J6Mlp2M-HdkmIUVjc9RIsVrdk_WKlqRyHYGmdvOixW2vGUJqfmLHZbFQW9XFy1cRFdwu3Tfxg-d_Rbsa_IvsoQxkbwQMcgRKtgvo0h0ND1PRRz3NhwZFuV/s1600-h/Death+in+the+Sickroom,+1896+Litograph.bmp"></a>Death in the Sickroom, 1896 Litograph<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy3MOjtVve3UmNiVZpCMHYCv6u5NB1JEolIXidUKPmG0mbubs0A60LZRPgqMuq1O9hoVUBGumUOjD5yV_EnniFerlvROl6QWapzEvaenjN45W4GVx6b46H7fIRVTTnuc8rvfk4fKwneFF/s1600-h/By+the+deathbed,+pastel+on+paper.bmp"></a></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018013500369315874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0RCAN2oVWm6HGtaKZXZD2p0FCLmJQTUvFgdlqH2sspDAFyadI1RHSSJvWohfhVc8ILOZSqo2psRTdx2Mm9BMhtqt4p2PWDn04DMLXuPXcOznL0NlhBcYRrQ6W-T6axY4R0H0SvVDqkSm/s400/By+the+deathbed,+pastel+on+paper.bmp" border="0" /><div align="center">By the Deathbed (1893, pastel on paper)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />In "By the deathbed" Munch daringly presented the<br />scene as if from the point of view of the dying girl, so that<br />the wall, the shadow on it, and the frieze- like group of<br />mourning relatives waver as through in delirium. Illness is<br />used as a metaphor of visionary insight.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7x6pF9wH-UVneGL_AO-kcxQXJDT5Z_J0fmUmTx7Fta-Kx2kV-AAHH-0Da7Zrh5IiJJTPlpVT6y9H_aJ90Lgjx-EWGvHW99FK2UebOnTUYgErHa283YfGfOVjaQETah8_wyDbLTs1ootJE/s1600-h/By+the+Deathbed.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016114688215797186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7x6pF9wH-UVneGL_AO-kcxQXJDT5Z_J0fmUmTx7Fta-Kx2kV-AAHH-0Da7Zrh5IiJJTPlpVT6y9H_aJ90Lgjx-EWGvHW99FK2UebOnTUYgErHa283YfGfOVjaQETah8_wyDbLTs1ootJE/s400/By+the+Deathbed.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">By the Deathbed (1895)</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00xSOkliJAMmbuBRbkmtAV62iWpOifqfr9KJHkNQeRM6D2CFiv7aouIT1Qism9RjItLlYCyZ8Rsl8tDUAYWZ7tnCffvkXtNu1epN_hJMr68EwFhTZ-gJBrK7AYIOyUZV2g3VHQOv1gmKz/s1600-h/By+the+Deathbed,+1896+(litograph).bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016115203611872722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00xSOkliJAMmbuBRbkmtAV62iWpOifqfr9KJHkNQeRM6D2CFiv7aouIT1Qism9RjItLlYCyZ8Rsl8tDUAYWZ7tnCffvkXtNu1epN_hJMr68EwFhTZ-gJBrK7AYIOyUZV2g3VHQOv1gmKz/s400/By+the+Deathbed,+1896+(litograph).bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">By the Deathbed, 1896 (litograph)</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbKbZ3LylcuLvafWmdpIUl-zGLVKiqMKfibKZQlqL6lloAKj4qAbXPGJtgPPDwb2n06GJc51ep-M8aBgtdMVB5xu6Uu72yyMjSll9kwFf_hbNqLr-liS76zbk4wsEMQVdGMS_X8gSLC5D/s1600-h/Death+and+the+Maiden,+1893.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016110410428370258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbKbZ3LylcuLvafWmdpIUl-zGLVKiqMKfibKZQlqL6lloAKj4qAbXPGJtgPPDwb2n06GJc51ep-M8aBgtdMVB5xu6Uu72yyMjSll9kwFf_hbNqLr-liS76zbk4wsEMQVdGMS_X8gSLC5D/s400/Death+and+the+Maiden,+1893.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Death and the Maiden, 1893</div><br /><br /><div align="center">In "Death and the Maiden" its not skeletal image of<br />death, which is aggressor, but the young woman who<br />actively embraces the feeble bones of death. She is seeking<br />the consummation of her desires, so that new life,<br />symbolised by sperm and embryos, can take form. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eHrxn_vldjt_I_XLsrDGtQ2WQIIPpJGoz59V66mQu-0W_hfHW_TNnDxANLhqQ1p77XOYeFa1c9aiHONnmumkHee9e4E0phUoK-Lnpk383wfg0aoidquJ3bI_ASjpPxVPCW2ogKKCZmYp/s1600-h/The+dead+mother.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016109645924191538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1eHrxn_vldjt_I_XLsrDGtQ2WQIIPpJGoz59V66mQu-0W_hfHW_TNnDxANLhqQ1p77XOYeFa1c9aiHONnmumkHee9e4E0phUoK-Lnpk383wfg0aoidquJ3bI_ASjpPxVPCW2ogKKCZmYp/s400/The+dead+mother.bmp" border="0" /><p align="center"></a>The Dead Mother<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwu0H3OUhKZ8U3jqMsvLzKHoZfwQJMP25OUc_tc2ABK73nm0biGumBJAGT5Sz0bmMQHVCNeNab3vKByD1baSvSt4hNfbBnwqZLfrRONUZA7sHmbz4yvGU6byAPjYAC2h16YuKSw32oIok9/s1600-h/The+Dead+Mother+and+Child,+1897-9.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016108945844522274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwu0H3OUhKZ8U3jqMsvLzKHoZfwQJMP25OUc_tc2ABK73nm0biGumBJAGT5Sz0bmMQHVCNeNab3vKByD1baSvSt4hNfbBnwqZLfrRONUZA7sHmbz4yvGU6byAPjYAC2h16YuKSw32oIok9/s400/The+Dead+Mother+and+Child,+1897-9.bmp" border="0" /></a> The Dead Mother and Child, 1897-9</p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbHvknNmoEIsYHkJF9Pv1RZ8WHD2EZxV6J3QPFADoqEE-4mkTgrlDb2nNqOhXb5wgf-2Zu_rPqqtfAZvDGOtzR-kPGrGCw851PIrCNgZyqI2O8i-sMZeTIsEJKHz3yMynu0MKZy6WLAUr/s1600-h/Death+of+Marat+I.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016114026790833586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbHvknNmoEIsYHkJF9Pv1RZ8WHD2EZxV6J3QPFADoqEE-4mkTgrlDb2nNqOhXb5wgf-2Zu_rPqqtfAZvDGOtzR-kPGrGCw851PIrCNgZyqI2O8i-sMZeTIsEJKHz3yMynu0MKZy6WLAUr/s400/Death+of+Marat+I.bmp" border="0" /></a> Death of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Paul_Marat">Marat</a> I (1907)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxbXcYkYeXCAT8rx_WcgWng6XwYt1q8LaYGsfuSexcrVRn4dpfDVuatoZRrmUuLZfXzV5kPhwZ5ZrqrZyTm_YiPXzZJotLP0XrlIYELR8-ngYHttn0q4jmuoR14GUXSQOGYuFADItYt89/s1600-h/The+Drunken+Boy,+1908.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016116565116505586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxbXcYkYeXCAT8rx_WcgWng6XwYt1q8LaYGsfuSexcrVRn4dpfDVuatoZRrmUuLZfXzV5kPhwZ5ZrqrZyTm_YiPXzZJotLP0XrlIYELR8-ngYHttn0q4jmuoR14GUXSQOGYuFADItYt89/s400/The+Drunken+Boy,+1908.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">The Drunken Boy, 1908<br /></div></div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-77097579720946076042006-12-12T09:01:00.000-08:002006-12-12T09:09:02.375-08:00Munch's Birthday<div align="center">Today's Munch's birthday. </div><div align="center">Even Google reminded about that fact by composing one of his paintings (The Scream) into Google logo. </div><div align="center">That only gives Munch's art more recognition and praise.</div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-43015462622589053052006-12-07T04:23:00.000-08:002006-12-07T05:55:43.461-08:00Screaming of Anxiety and Despair<div align="center"><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>I was walking along the street with two friends </strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>the sun was going down</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>I felt a touch of melancholy. </strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>Suddenly the color of the sky changed to blood red. </strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>I stopped walking and leaned against a fence feeling tired to death </strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>I saw the flaming clouds like bloodstained swords </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>the blue-black fjord and the city </strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>my friends went on walking </strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>I stood there trembling with fear </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>and I felt how a long unending scream </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>was going through the whole of nature.</strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">E. Munch </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span></div><div align="right"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005760991756021970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZX-iV77aVtv-8j8x91J2f2Qv5TQbdXIP1GgP9lr-hkfj9TFmPUDmUne86gkqcdGy-VVOTMiSkDmXUzTO8muhN_BWL6o3gY130jvL7PqMD-UhAquQ11IszJlOa4Z_G5YwuItArtUgdaTX6/s400/Scream.bmp" border="0" /> The Scream (1893)<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"The Scream" is often described as the first expressionistic picture, and is the most extreme example of Munch's "soul paintings". The facial expression depends to a large degree on the painting's dynamics, the colours and lines. The scene - and particularly the foreground figure - are grotesquely distorted and rendered in colours that are not taken from external reality. The entire landscape is distorted by pain and despair. Munch doesn’t just paint what a person in pain might look like. He <strong>sees</strong> the world <strong>through the eyes</strong> of this agonized person. A ghostly figure clutches its skull-like head in agony. Blood-red lines vibrate around it like shrieks of terror. The percussiveness of the motif shows that it also speaks to our day and age. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Munch’s The Scream is possibly the most powerful visual symbol ever created for the anxieties of modem life. It has become recognised as the actual mental image of the existential angst of civilised man. During the final years of the last century, when the artist did this work, society was being completely transformed—politically, socially and technologically. New machines like the airplane, the automobile the telephone, and the radio were changing people’s lives. Modern cities were growing rapidly, and with them a sense of isolation and alienation. And advances in science and psychology were establishing the importance of emotions and the unconscious. Artists of the time like Munch, needed to express their feelings about these disturbing changes. </div><br />In 2003, astronomers claimed to have identified the time that the painting depicted. The eruption of Krakatoa in 1883 caused unusually intense sunsets throughout Europe in the winter of 1883-4, which Munch captured in his picture.</div><div align="center"><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The "Scream" motif was repeated by Munch twice .<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFygtOhZDIP0pVM5p3nWMrXmMggsfnv21x2g8XHN1AENVtDrqaekrRZUx_p8xbktpY9uopFMLQBHLq_FSOExav6IN2Vi5VPYxZ433uWgie_7H64N4yCN6m6-wzZzGkZcTF-5KSLQ8InqRa/s1600-h/Despair.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005763585916268770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFygtOhZDIP0pVM5p3nWMrXmMggsfnv21x2g8XHN1AENVtDrqaekrRZUx_p8xbktpY9uopFMLQBHLq_FSOExav6IN2Vi5VPYxZ433uWgie_7H64N4yCN6m6-wzZzGkZcTF-5KSLQ8InqRa/s400/Despair.bmp" border="0" /></a>Despair (1893-4) </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkarGZ4cVvPESgFuvPBekTZC65jE-pJb1E4lgNSfBfKauttAgLZe-D-vG_wIoQE7Fe-DVcrDAlyJB4K_3Kb133js_jyfZ_JD1E9VT3JnXFCVTNkY__tyAAwGzFHvtI3Cx5L0dWq1Prozm/s1600-h/Anxiety.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005764127082148082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkarGZ4cVvPESgFuvPBekTZC65jE-pJb1E4lgNSfBfKauttAgLZe-D-vG_wIoQE7Fe-DVcrDAlyJB4K_3Kb133js_jyfZ_JD1E9VT3JnXFCVTNkY__tyAAwGzFHvtI3Cx5L0dWq1Prozm/s400/Anxiety.bmp" border="0" /></a> Anxiety (1894)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The background landscape is the same that we find in The Scream. The pale, ghostly faces come toward us like a procession of ghosts, in a line which could almost be seen as a funeral cortège.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM62oSztkMtPDxkQK2-KelSC1Qupb5S6fwvgocM9FKIincw-CdQUamQyFasGL_z9F_E2OdYNmw9RJ4G5PWG4RLBix9ic19FOkw_cqh9mI2y4VsoWrcOCdDbSdzKivrwLp6Q08cSFIZyzQ/s1600-h/Eve+on+Karl+Johan+(1892).bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005765114924626178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM62oSztkMtPDxkQK2-KelSC1Qupb5S6fwvgocM9FKIincw-CdQUamQyFasGL_z9F_E2OdYNmw9RJ4G5PWG4RLBix9ic19FOkw_cqh9mI2y4VsoWrcOCdDbSdzKivrwLp6Q08cSFIZyzQ/s400/Eve+on+Karl+Johan+(1892).bmp" border="0" /></a> Eve on Karl Johan (1892)</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>I felt so alone. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I felt as if people were staring at me, all these strange faces, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>pale in the evening light.</strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">E.Munch</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Munch described the feelings that inspired him to create this painting. He had just seen a woman he knew walking toward him in a crowd. But she walked right past him. </div><div align="center">In this painting, Munch has been able to express new 20th-century feelings about modern city life. The subject of this Expressionist work is no longer a city street, but an emotion. With his leaning shapes, swiftly receding perspectives, menacing skull-like faces, and anonymous, shadowy figures, Munch has visualized the feeling of fear—the fear of a crowd of people in a big city as the sun goes down and night comes on.The single figure moving alone against the flow of the crowd may symbolize the artist’s idea of himself as an outsider. </div></div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-47269905731218315272006-11-12T04:20:00.000-08:002006-11-20T08:04:15.493-08:00A Mystery of a Woman<div align="center"> <strong>"Woman in her many-sidedness is a mystery to man. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Woman at one and the same time is a saint, a whore, and an unhappy person abandoned"</strong> . Edvard Munch</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">The search of this "higher rhythm of nature" is a primary concern of Munch's art. Sexuality, fertility and death are linked together in a constellation through which female identity is constructed. Most of Munch’s depictions of women represent some aspects of female sexuality. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/949289/puberty_3.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center">Puberty (1984)<br /><br />In one of his most famous paintings “Puberty”a naked adolescent girl sits on the edge of the bed staring nervously and fixedly at the viewer. Her arms are crossed in front of her getinal area, as if to protect and block it from view, but in reality she is calling attention to the image’s central theme: emerging female sexuality. The bed and especially the large, insistently phallic shadow she casts on the wall to her left reinforce the painting’s primary message.<br />.</p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/woman3stages_3.0.jpg" border="0" /> The Woman in Three Stages (1894) </p><p align="center">The differing aspects of the female psyche are clearly expressed in his painting Woman in Three Stages (c. 1894), which can be seen as an important point of origin for The Dance of Life. The similarities between the two paintings are obvious. In Woman in Three Stages Munch also displays three women of different ages. A virgin figure with her "innocent phantasies of adolescent" gazes out to the sea. In the middle stands a physical mature woman, naked with her legs spread, who looks directly at the viewer. Her "seductive and provocative gaze is of such irresistible attraction that it guarantees the eternity of the human race". On the right side is a darkly dressed woman, hardly visible, with a pale face that bears witness to death. </p><div align="center"></div><p align="center"> </p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/madonna_3.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"> Madonna (1894-5)<br /><br />"Madonna" is one of my favourite paintings by Munch. He himself wrote:</p><p align="center"><strong>"The pause during which the entire world stopes in its path. Moonlight glides over your face filled with all the earth’s beauty and pain. Your lips, as crimson as a ripe fruit, are half open as if to express pain. A corpse's smile. Here life and death shake hands. The chain that links thousands of past generations to the thousands to come has been meshed."</strong> </p><p align="center">This painting was also called "Loving Woman" by Munch. This indicates that the painting carries both, religious and erotic content. The red "halo" emphasizes the connection with the Madonna. But the figure is also characterized by her abandonment to the sublime moment of love. "Madonna" depicts a woman seductively posed, or perhaps engaged in the sexual act: her arms urpised, her hips shift to one side, and her eyes closed in expressive reverie. Her frontal position forces the participation of the viewer, maybe as a sexual partner. The beautiful woman in the picture is a saint and a whore at the same time- sharing her body with the love one. </p><br /><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/madonna_litho_3.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Madonna (Litograph, 1895-1902)<br /></p>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-35371213642765293412006-11-12T04:04:00.000-08:002006-11-12T04:18:58.207-08:00The Battle called Love<div align="center"><div align="center"><div align="center">Comparing The Dance of Life to other paintings of the Frieze of Life, one comes to notice that this painting also deals with, as Munch put it, </div><div align="center"><div align="center"><strong>"the battle between man and woman that is called love"</strong>. </div><br /><div align="center">Indeed, The Dance of Life seems to summarize works like Eye in Eye (c. 1894), The Kiss (c. 1897), Separation (c. 1896) and Jealousy (c. 1895). In a story like way, these paintings display the process of love,</div><div align="center"><strong>"that moves from initial flirtations, to the ecstasies of physical love consummation, then to the anxieties of jealousy and rejection"</strong>. </div>Thus, the young and innocent girl in white (from The Dance of Life) becomes the symbol of the joyous and lighthearted beginning of a relationship between man and woman.<br />The center couple displays the immense power of love over two beings. At this point, the couple seems unable to notice anything around them.<br />At the end, however, we see the old, disillusioned woman as a symbol for the fleetingness of feelings and for inevitable separation.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/1600/eyeInEye_3%201894.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/eyeInEye_3%201894.jpg" border="0" /></a>Eye in Eye (1984)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/1600/kiss_3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/kiss_3.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Kiss (1894)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/1600/jealousy_3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/jealousy_3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jealousy (1895)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/1600/separation_3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/separation_3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Separation (1896)<br /><br /></div></div></div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-72632214019703605872006-11-12T02:58:00.000-08:002006-11-12T04:02:35.463-08:00The Dance of Life<div align="center">What's especially interesting to me about Munch is that he truly was a kind of mulitmedia artist, as we would call today. Beside painting, he wrote a lot, often interpreting and commenting his own art. His writing was so accurate that there are few albums containing his paintings and prose titled "Munch in his own words". One form simply enriched the other. The words intensified emotions, he wanted to convey in his paitings. He often talked about the "symphony" of the word and a picture. That's why most of his paintings are embellished with Munch's prose or poems, which we can find at the back of his paintings or in his numerous diaries. So was with one of the first paintings from the Frieze of Life: The Dance of Life. The three major themes of the Frieze of Life, love, anxiety and death are clearly expressed in The Dance of Life. Thus, this painting can be seen as one of the centerpieces in the series.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/munch%20lk.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The Dance of Life (1900)</p><p align="center">.<br />The Dance of Life takes place on a bright summer night along the shore of Aasgaardstrand in Oslo Fjord. Lit by a full moon, couples engage in an energetic dance. The phallic reflection of the moonlight in the water gives the scene a mood of sexuality. In the center of the painting, a man in a dark suit and a woman in a red dress are sunk within each other. Both of them are in the prime of their lives. The woman's dress wraps around his legs, a couple of strains of her hair reach out towards him. His eyes are closed; the two seem totally self-absorbed and oblivious of others. On the left side a young girl in a white dress and a smile on her face enters the scene. Her hand reaches out towards a flower in front of her. On the opposite side, an old woman stands in a black dress. She watches the dance of the center couple with a bitter facial expression, her hands folded in withdrawn. </p><div align="center"></div><p align="center">One can find a very personal interpretation for The Dance of Life. Munch's first romantic experience with a cousin-by-marriage, to which Munch gave the pseudonym "Mrs. Heiberg", provided him with his own experience of the process of love. After an impassioned and joyous love affair she severed their relationship in the late 1880s. For Munch this was an emotionally painful experience, which he would struggle with for decades to come. <strong>"How deep of a mark she must have dug into my heart so that no other image can ever totally erase hers"</strong>, Munch wrote in 1890 . A later love affair with Tulla Larsen, Munch found oppressive. He continually retreated from her, unable to respond to the intensity of her affection . Knowing these biographical details, one might suspect that The Dance of Life is rooted in Munch's relationships with Mrs. Heiberg and Tulla Larsen. The man in the center of the painting is Munch himself, dancing with his old love, Mrs. Heiberg. Tulla Larsen is displayed on the left wanting Munch's love and on the right side, she stands rejected by him. Munch's description of the painting in his diary supports this interpretation: </p><p align="center"><strong>I am dancing with my true love- a memory of her</strong><strong>. </strong></p><p align="center"><strong>A smiling, blond-haired woman enters who wishes to take the flower of love - but it won't allow itself to be taken.</strong></p><p align="center"><strong> And on the other side one can see her dressed in black troubled by the couple dancing - rejected - as I was rejected from her [Mrs. Heiberg's] dance.</strong></p><p align="center">As Munch was rejected by his first love, Tulla Larsen in turn is now rejected by Munch. Both of them, painted in black and turned towards each other, find themselves as partners in suffering.</p><p align="center"> </p>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-65432481479342681522006-11-07T04:18:00.000-08:002006-11-11T04:38:12.454-08:00Frieze of Life<div align="center">During next few years Munch was looking for a place for himself. He made few trips to France and Germany, exhibiting his work and looking for inspiration. Usually his art wasn't understood, as it happened in 1892 in Berlin, where he was invited by the Artist's Association of Berlin. His exhibitions was a formidable "succès de scandale". The general public and the older painters interpreted Munch's art as anarchistic provocation, and the exhibition was closed in protest.<br />In spite of that "success" he stayed in Berlin and entered a circle of literati, artists and intellectuals. In Berlin's bohemia they discussed the philosophy of Nietzsche, occultism, psychology and the dark sides of sexuality. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">In those early 90-ties Munch started to make sketeches for a series, he himself called<strong> </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>"Frieze of Life - A Poem about Life, Love and Death".</strong> </div><div align="center">This frieze was intended as a series of freely adjoining pictures, which would give a clear view of life and the situation of modern man. These paintings give birth to a one whole large painting that shows the main themes of human existence, which Munch named: </div><div align="center">—birth of love—<br />— blossoming and dissolution of love—<br />—anguish of life—<br />—death—.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">He wrote: </div><div align="center">"<strong>Through them all there winds the curving shore line, and beyond it the sea, while under the trees, life, with all its complexities of grief and joy, carries on".</strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">The three major themes of the Frieze -<strong>Life, Love, Anxiety and Death</strong> were mainly inspired by his own experience and are reflections of his emotional states and the philosophy of life. </div><div align="center">In my opinion, they make a wonderful picture of Munch's journey through life, expressing his deep anxiety, complicated love life and the search for the understanding of fear and death.</div><div align="center">The frieze of life is surely Edvard Munch's whole artistic career symbol, the materialization in images of what painting meant to him: </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><strong>"My painting is actually an examination of conscience and an attempt to understand my relationships with existence"</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>"In my art I have tried to explain to myself life and its meaning.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> I have also tried to help others to clarify their lives." </strong></div><div align="center"> </div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-21885149386102619432006-11-06T04:57:00.000-08:002006-11-11T04:15:46.993-08:00First paintings and a Mile Stone (The Sick Child)<div align="center">A year later Munch left the Royal School of Design. Together with a group of young colleagues, he rented a studio in Karl Johan Street, in the centre of the city. A number of painters had studios in the same building, including Christian Krohg, a known and respected naturalist. He offered to give the young painters free advice and such an offer was impossible to refuse. Edvard Munch's debut as a painter took place in the spring of 1883, when he exhibited a painting at the Industry and Art Exhibition and in December of the same year he took part in the Autumn Exhibition for the first time. Within those few years Munch painted few works. The most significant are his self portrait and painted in 1884 "Morning".<br /></div><br /><div align="center">In 1886 Munch created an art work, later on called the most important painting in Norwegian history of art. He painted "The Sick child", which he himself described to be a mile stone in his art. The intensity of the emotions was so high, that Edvard concluded that "most of the works he created later, was born with that one significant painting".</div><div align="center"><br />.</div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/Sick%20child.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">The Sick Child (1886)<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br />In that painting a sick girl, her mother's leaning head, their touching, trembling hands and profound silence are giving the impression of helplessness towards the illness and closing death. It seems to be artist's scream of despair and emotional compensation for the death of his sister. He perfectly captures child's inner suffering and establishes a paradox between her deep suffering and her patient awaiting of the final moment when her tormented soul will be taken into a quiet and calm place and finally given the peace she longs for in the painting, when looking towards the infinite horizon.<br /></p><div align="center"></div><p align="center">According to Munch himself, he repainted the picture 20 times before finally exhibiting it. Later in life he said that this experiment bore the seeds not only of central works of his own, but also of problems which were to occupy several styles of art in the 20th century. </p><p align="center">The shocking effect the painting had when Munch exhibited it at the Autumn Exhibition in Kristiania in 1886 is unique in Norwegian art history. A storm of indignation and protest broke out. At the opening people crowded around in front of the painting and laughed, and in the press it was described as 'an abortion' and 'fish stew in lobster sauce'. Here it is important to underline why the people's reaction was so violent. They were not accustomed to see that kind of painting. At that time, art was still synonymous of beauty, harmony, good shape, and not of ugliness and pain.</p><p align="center">In spite of the condemnation and grave criticism Edvard Munch didn't give up. Moreover, he would come back to that paiting many times within next years, repainting it in other techniques, but always with the same strucking emotions.</p><div align="center">.<br /></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/The%20sick%20child%20lithograph.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">.<br /></p><p align="center">The Sick Child (Litograph 1896)</p>.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/Sick%20child%201907.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center">.<br /></p><p align="center">The Sick Child (1907)</p>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-49093723237249905972006-11-03T14:04:00.000-08:002006-11-03T05:05:59.525-08:00Edvard Munch- Childhood and a grave Decision<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Munch was born in </span><span style="color:#000000;">N</span><span style="color:#000000;">orway, December 12, 1863 </span><span style="color:#000000;">and grew up in Kristiania</span><span style="color:#000000;"> (now Oslo</span><span style="color:#000000;">). </span><span style="color:#000000;">He lost his mother, Laura Cathrine Bjølstad, to </span><span style="color:#000000;">tuberculosis</span><span style="color:#000000;"> in 1868- when he was only 5 years old. After their mother's death, the Munch siblings were raised by their father, who was a fanatical christian and instilled in his children a deep-rooted fear by repeatedly telling them that if they sinned in any way, they would be doomed to hell without chance of pardon. </span><br />. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Edvard Munch's family and home situation, along with strict upbringing came to provide the inspiration for his most important motifs as a modern artist. One of Munch's younger sisters was diagnosed with mental </span>illness <span style="color:#000000;">at an early age. Edvard Munch was himself often sick in his childhood. He suffered from chronic asthmatic bronchitis and had several serious attacks of rheumatic fever.Of the five siblings only Andreas married, but he died a few months after the wedding. His older and favorite sister Sophie died of the tuberculosis in 1877.<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></div><div align="center">Sophie was dying slowly, in fever, halucinating, begging for the rescue and life. Edvard was terrified by his own helplessness. His father- a medical doctor couldn't help his daughter. In 14 years old Edvard's eyes the God and his father were both quilty of Sophie's death.</div><div align="center">From now on the death became a constant company in the life of Edvard Munch. Early childhood experience influenced all his art. He would later say:</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>"Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life."</strong> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/1600/Self%20portrait%201881-2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/Self%20portrait%201881-2.jpg" border="0" /></a>.</strong> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">In 1879 Edvard, as his father wished, enters Technical College to become an engineer. Frequent absences due to illness, however, led to large gaps in his attendance and in the autumn of 1880 he took the decision of his life and left college.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>'My decision is now namely to be a painter'</strong>, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">he wrote in his diary on 8 November. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">And in 1881 he enrolls at the Royal School of Art and Design. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">That year he paints his first self portrait.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-75023855774488683372006-11-01T23:33:00.000-08:002006-11-03T02:57:06.108-08:00Edvard Munch- Scream<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Why do I begin with Munch? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Honestly speaking I haven't got even slightest idea. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Maybe because his "Scream" made me come up with a plan for this blog. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Maybe because that painting is, even for laymen, one of the most known art works in the world. Or maybe 'cause it brings me on mind autumn anxiety and depression. </span><span style="color:#000000;">Nevertheless, somehow I decided it will be a perfect beginning. And the more I got to know about Edvard Munch and his art, the more my choice turned out to be right. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">I met a man full of obsessions, haunted by childhood tragedies and torn in his lovelife. A true artist with passion for his work, reflecting his fear, mental instability and pursue for the answer to questions of the truth about human being.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>"</strong><strong>My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? Why was there a curse on my cradle? Why did I come into the world without any choice? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>My art gives meaning to my life."</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Edvard Munch</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7643/957494203297611/400/munch_scream.png" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">. </p><p>More to come...</p><p></p>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843792513414036955.post-25114477305403057652006-10-31T06:04:00.000-08:002006-11-01T13:06:33.895-08:00Introduction<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Boring, tragically boring art classes in my high school years created in me an almost total ignorance for paint art. Shame on me- I know. Thank God music seemed to be in me forever. But well, I need to cover for those years of arrogance towards Painters and their genious Art. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"> </div>Nikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16946505907478643719noreply@blogger.com0