We had a terrific road trip today to Poplar Forest and Lynchburg - more on that in future posts.
But in this post I want to confess an arrogant stupid moment in my art student past, and publicly acknowledge my awe for a master.
When I was in college/art-school I frequently disagreed with my friend and fellow art student roommate. Actually we came to blows, finally, and parted - and I consider that to be my fault. I look back and can only describe myself as a prick.
One day he showed me Emile Nolde's work, in awe of his color sense and the luminosity. I detested them violently - because of the lack of control, the lack of obvious technique. May God, my old lost friend, and Emile Nolde forgive me. They are brilliant.
So on my day to myself, in the art library (where they had to throw me out at closing time), I gobbled up dozens and dozens of art folios and magazines, and shamelessly photographed pages that I know will inspire my work (like a spy photographing incriminating documents, surreptitiously). Three of those volumes were of Nolde's work, and the only reason I didn't take 50 photos of his work alone is that I already have dozens on my PC. Here are several of the magnificent little watercolors I found this time.
Persecuted by the Nazis for his "degenerate" art work, he painted in secret, on any scrap he could find, and using colors he begged, borrowed, or stole, because he could not get any materials legally.
I am so grateful that he persevered; it brings tears to my eyes.
>>>> Appendix de Grenouille #23 <<<<
On a different, topic, but also aesthetique, I wish to report that regarding the current body fad, Steve and I are of one accord. The masters of fashion have sold us all a poisson magnifique, in a white wine sauce, but delivered a stale goldfish cracker. To what are we referring? The current obsession with bones. Why do so many fashionable women au currant resemble mop handles? It is a return to the fashion of famine, a look we find tres jolie, tres charmant? It is a happy association with the American game played by bored children which is called hangman? Are curves criminal? How is it we wish women to remind us only of young girls or of boys? Are today's males not man enough to desire women? Oh it is well for some men to desire men, we do not contest this - and perhaps, if we felt as they do, we would protest the current fashion in males (boys?). But of those who claim to love las femmes, should it be said that they lacked courage to love as much woman as they could? Is it not more intoxicating to receive the experienced fragrant embrace of une femme voluptuous?