Went to the Denver Art Museum twice a couple of weeks ago. Once by myself, once with my brother. I’ve been reflecting on that experience a bit lately. The several hours I went by myself proved a really good experience for me. I took time to just stand in front of the paintings and really think about the process that the painter took. I stood in front of the DAM’s not-so-well known Picasso and a few other Cubist and Impressionist painters that you might know. Though the Denver Art Museum’s collection of these is not exceptionally well-known, I particularly enjoyed it. I think I particularly enjoy seeing little-known works because it helps me realize that even the biggest names out there had works that weren’t masterpieces. And sometimes these type of paintings give a more intimate look into an artist, into life. At least, that’s what I see.
I enjoyed going with Seth, and I think he liked the experience a lot. He and I have a similar eye for art. I was so glad to be there with him seeing him enjoy it as much as he did.
African Art
The afternoon that Seth and I went together we saw an African Painting that was so colorful and rich, that I was really surprised I didn’t see it when I went the day before. I was glad I had gone a second time so I didn’t miss it. The artist’s name is Moyo Ogundipe and he has a website. The painting was called Soliloquy: Life’s Fragile Fictions. I love the name of the painting for one. The details were really amazing to me as well.
Doing
I’ve been learning a lot about the process of “doing” lately… the processes that an artist, or a creator, or a builder, or a researcher takes to do their work. And to do it with perfection or mastery takes a lot of time.
Finding the Color in things
I really liked these pottery pieces that I picked up the other day at the Lakewood Arts festival – one of the “quaintest” festivals I’ve been to in a long time. I admired this lady’s work – she did them in her basement and made the impressions with doilies. Her business card says her company is called Anasazi Spirits. After taking them home, I realized how intricately colorful they are. I had to use the Photoshop color picker and get an array:
I loved the blue hues I found. Maybe these colors inspire something in you.
8.6.2007 at 8:51 pm | filed under: journal
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michael and hannah
8.13.2007 | 7:27 pm | permalink to this comment
Wow! Seth is a hottie! All discussion of colors and hues in our household pertains to poopie.
michael and hannah
8.24.2007 | 12:44 pm | permalink to this comment
I feel I’m not deep enough to leave comments on your blog… your blog’s for artistic, creative thinkers! But I get out of my comfort zone, just for you. You need to get out of your comfort zone and comment on my baby-drenched blog. Even if you have to comment on the color of their poo! What are friends for, anyway? ha!
hj
8.24.2007 | 5:54 pm | permalink to this comment
Hey Meg,
Naturally, all of my deeper thoughts these days are related to Romania. =) I had noticed while there how little color–or even visual beauty itself–there was there. Now after reading your posting, I realize that, beyond some architecture, there was very little art. I’m sure that’s still a remnant of communism, but I think it says something about where the people are at. My thought had been (naturally) was that they needed to start some urban gardens. Want to come along to do some murals with street kids? =)
Carla Lane
5.5.2008 | 10:26 am | permalink to this comment
HAPPY you and Seth enjoyed time with each other, appreciating art and each other…huggles
Carla Lane
5.5.2008 | 1:50 pm | permalink to this comment
I checked out some of Moyo Ogundipe’s work…the energy and joy jump from the canvas! I especially like Visage of a Woman #2, intricately beautiful and also Emperor Sundiatta’s daughter, loved the “royal” purple expression.
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