<br>Tim Storrier was born in Sydney Australia in 1949. He spent his early childhood on his family's sheep station at Umagarlee, near Wellington, NSW. His mother and grandmother were interested in art, and he would draw a lot. He drew military heroes and rural subjects such as woolsheds. At the age of ten he went to boarding school in Sydney, where he spent a lot of time in the art room, painting under the influence of his teacher Ross Doig. Storrier attended the National Art School from 1967-1969.…
At first he seems to reject the idea, but he goes in depth with what Esthetes could mean, and seems to convince himself that art can be both immoral and beautiful, something he thought was not possible at the beginning at the essay.…
Likewise McLean has utilised particular metaphors to broaden reader’s minds upon the personal experiences of Vincent Van Gogh. The metaphor ‘Portraits hung in empty halls’ proves that Van Gogh’s paintings were unappreciated whilst he was alive. This metaphorical language therefore depicts an image of emptiness towards Van Gogh proving the defining statement that McLean comments on historical and emotional values through the use of imagery.…
Through the use of bright “modern” neon colors, the character's physique and posture, and adaptation of modern “pop-art” style, the artist portrays the message of rebelling against the classical American society's norms and promotes the importance of trying new things. The painting oozes with bright colors and happiness, but behind all that sends one important message. The message of not being afraid to stand out. Berger, a world-known art critic, had this belief that pictures help us jump to conclusions before words can. We tend to believe what our eyes see, more than what our mind reads.…
Andy Goldsworthy was born in 1956 in Cheshire England. He was raised in Yorkshire England and attended both Bradford and Lancaster art college from 1974-1978("Andy Goldsworthy - Biography"). I was first introduced to this artist in class the other day when we watched his video “Rivers and Tides”. During the opening scene of the video Goldsworthy discussed a very unique obsession with the shape of winding rivers. The way that he talked about these rivers and their mere existence in nature was unlike anything I have ever encountered before…. I understand that the purpose of this writing assignment is to focus on one artist, and one single work of art the artist created. I regret to inform you that I have decided to stray from the guidelines you have provided for us in an attempt to challenge my own understanding of true art, and the beauty that is flushed through your body when you encounter it. I have struggled through most of the semester to connect with you and the other classmates while discussing art. It is not because I am an arrogant person; it is because I had to find my own meaning and place of belonging in the art world. I am a firm believer that until you make a true personal connection with art you can never gaze upon it the way that I saw you did every day. In order to become truly passionate about art, you have to grasp its concept and what it means to you and you alone. It took me a while to realize that what you are expected to think or know about a particular piece of art makes no difference. It is what you can pull together, understand, and make meaning of for yourself. Understanding and appreciating art goes very far past the physical world. I used to think that if I assimilated myself to merely looking at art and learning about its history and more technical features I would get it. I was terribly wrong; art goes far beyond the physical world.…
Wayne Thiebaud’s Student is a masterpiece in storytelling. It shares many of the stylistic elements the still lifes that brought him fam, but here they are used to deftly tell the narrative of a college student, midway through day, sleeves rolled up and attention on the viewer. Because Thiebaud himself is a teacher the painting takes on an autobiographical tone, the viewer is not looking at just any student, but a student from the perspective of the teacher. By breaking the conventions that create a realistic work such as linear perspective, Thiebaud creates a surreal picture. The off color and warped perspective detach the student from reality, and give the viewer a glimpse into Thiebaud's mind. The clock is past midday, and the student, through in college now, is old enough to graduate soon. Thiebaud has her attention, but not for much longer.…
It is important, before looking at the painting, to first understand the purpose and direction modern art usually has. “The entire gamut of modern art can be viewed from the vantage point of the artist’s attitude towards the object, an examination which should throw some light on the larger problem of how the modern artist chooses to interweave art and reality and, ultimately, of what constitutes reality for him (Johnson 11).” A major part of interpreting modern art lies within determining that reality. Viewers search for their own meaning in the painting since the simplicity of most modern works leaves much room for imagination. When the modernism phase of artwork began it was not exactly obvious to the public, but over time there “came about a general awareness that there was such thing as a modern sensibility, and that that sensibility had the key to modern life (Russell 126)”. It was thought that if one was modern they had to easily be able to notice changes of life and be accommodating of “the unconscious and the irrational” side of humans (Russell 126). These aspects will later influence the works of Walt Kuhn in his various oil…
Relatable. This is a word that I would personally use to describe “Staggerford”, by Jon Hassler. Hassler did a splendid job writing this novel, focusing on how the life of a middle aged high school English teach in Minnesota may be. Although this book is fiction, the perfect picture was painted in my head of Miles, the middle aged bachelor’s realistic life. Throughout this novel, I started to see many different hints of what may be to come further in the reading, disguised properly, although. There are many important characters that play special roles throughout this novel, and Miles Pruitt is the main focus of it all. Love, heartbreak and demise are the recurring themes scattered throughout this brilliant novel.…
Janet Echelman, an artist whose career was influenced by imagination, begins her monologue in February of 2011 in Long Beach, California. She began by stating to take imagination seriously. She gives an introduction to her art life and how it began years ago. She mentions her downfalls and how she applied to seven art schools post college and was denied by every single last one of them. She also states how she was an unlikely person to pursue what she had in her life. She explained how she never studied architecture, engineering, nor sculpture. She began her art journey on her own, painting for ten years before she was offered a chance to further her journey in India. She had committed to giving exhibitions once there. She shipped her material and planned to meet them there. Once she arrived, her material didn't before the deadline of her first exhibition. She had to figure out an alternative plan. She was in a fishing city that was famous for sculpture. She walked on the beach and noticed the mounds of fishing net she had seen the fisherman working with previous to that day. At that point her imagination began to work in a different way. She discovered a new art form that would work perfectly…
The author starts off describing this sudden urge and desire to view a painting he has seen so many times in reproduction – The Painting of the woman with necklace. The author spent 2 hours in the gallery observing minute details of this painting alone. He views it so close up that his nose was almost on the painting and the guard had to kind of waive him off and then he studied the painting from several different directions. He was paying attention to every minute detail such as clothing, colors, shades, folds, texture and elements of the painting ,and he was referring to some critics point of view and making a point to look at the painting with a fresh eye. The painting had him engrossed so much like no other painting ever before. The painting was like urging him and telling a total different story than critics’ views.…
In “The Case of the Colorblind Painter”, an older man name Mr. I who is just over 65 years of age gets into a car accident and loses his vision. Except of seeing color he sees everything in black and white. In this case this a big problem for Mr. I. Mr. I was a painter and this accident changed his life forever. Mr. I. painted beautifully when he had his color vision, but when he lost it, his work only became better. Why? Because anyone with talent and with color vision could not paint the way he did, but with Mr. I.’s lost came a personal gain. His new paintings, while lacking in color of course stood out because it was different, you could now see the world…
We, of all people, must be very careful not to allow ourselves to stagnate in any manner whatsoever—mentally, artistically, or physically. To be an artist means to grow. An artist can not afford to do anything else. To stand still means, paradoxically enough, to go backward, and for an artist that is fatal. To keep on growing means the constant necessity for getting a correct perspective of ourselves. We must stand off, so to speak, and look at ourselves through very critical glasses. If we once lose our perspective we lose all.…
The themes of isolation, hopelessness and insanity are heightened greatly through the use of imagery and allusions. As the opening of the poem originates at midnight ‘the gloomiest’ time of the night with the only source of light irradiating from the moon, the only things can be seen through the moonlight indicating the importance of the moon. In a traditional sense, the moon was seen to represent the womanly grace associated with physic, intuitive and mysteriousness yet also in a way presenting a dark nature welded in a realm between the conscious and the unconscious. The fragile wordings embody the compassionate feats of the feminine and motherly side of the moon as she tenderly ‘smooths the hair of the grass.’ However there is a radical change in tone as ‘A washed-out smallpox cracks her face.’ As this line is ambiguous as to whether the persona was referring to the moon or a woman’s facial features or perhaps both. However in the artwork, a depiction of a crescent moon illuminates to a different notion of the beginning of a renewal cyclic change.…
Randolph dipped his brush into a little water-filled vinegar jar, and tendrils of purple spread like some fast-growing vine. “Don’t smile, my dear,” he said. “I am not a photographer. On the other hand, I could scarcely be called an artist; not, that is, if you define artist as one who sees, takes and purely transmits: always for me there is the problem of distortion, and I never paint so much what I see as what I think: for example, some years ago, this was in Berlin, I drew a boy, not much older than yourself, and yet in my picture he looked more aged than Jesus Fever, and whereas in reality his eyes were childhood blue, the eyes I saw were bleary and lost. And what I saw was indeed the truth, for little Kurt, that was his name, turned out to be a perfect horror, and tried twice to murder me…exhibiting both times, I must say, admirable ingenuity. Poor child, I wonder whatever became of him…or, for that matter, me. Now that is a most interesting question: whatever became of me?” As if to punctuate his sentence he kept, all the while he talked, thrusting the brush inside the jar, and the water, continually darkening, had at its center, like a hidden flower, a rope of red. “Very well, sit back, we’ll relax a minute now.”…
Sitting at his desk, in his well-worn, clay covered shoes, faded jeans, red flannel shirt and t-shirt, is Mr. Lou Fererri. He looks as if he fits perfectly in the clay dust covered classroom, art covering the walls and ceiling, natural lighting spilling through the large windows that line floor to ceiling, along a whole wall of the room. There he sits at his desk, spending most of his days there at his job as an art teacher, a job he never expected to have, nor expected that he would even want. “It’s amazing how you never know” he said, “how the little things can change everything.”…