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Happiness comes from the full understanding of your own being.
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The world doesn’t need an artist who shows reality as it is.
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THE HISTORY OF IMPRESSIONISM – Discovery Art Artist (documentary)
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🌊The Great Wave off Kanagawa, aka The Great Wave or The Wave, is a woodblock print by the Japanese ukiyo-e artist Hokusai. He died at the age of 89, in 1849. Some years before his death he is reported to have stated:
“At the age of five years I had the habit of sketching things. At the age of fifty I had produced a large number of pictures, but for all that, none of them had any merit until the age of seventy. At seventy-three finally I learned something about the true nature of things, birds, animals, insects, fish, the grasses and the trees. So at the age of eighty years I will have made some progress, at ninety I will have penetrated the deepest significance of things, at a hundred I will make real wonders and at a hundred and ten, every point, every line, will have a life of its own.”
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On My Mind: The importance of words
There is of course a
difference between words in the artist’s mind and words of critique or
review. The artist’s words are words of intent, of defining the vision
or painting’s aim, and may be silent, or private. The critic’s words are
to conjure the achieved effect of the artist as the critic sees it. I
think trying to define what and why you are painting is important. These
words can enrich the way in which you put paint down, they can
determine what you choose to eliminate or emphasize. In itself a title
to a painting is already a lead-in both for you the artist and for your
viewer. I was recently looking at work of Korean painter whose work is
entirely abstract, a color field. His titles pertain to Korean pottery
referencing celadon and antique glazes. No question that expands one’s
appreciation/viewing.
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What makes art valuable BBC Documentary
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“My colour has no symbolic function whatever. I don’t want any colour to
be noticeable. I want the colour to be the colour of life, so that you
would notice it as being irregular if it changed. I don’t want it to
operate in the modernist sense as colour, something independent. I don’t
want people to say, “Oh, what was that red or that blue picture of
yours, I’ve forgotten what it was.”
Lucian Freud a Painted Life