Last night, Emma and I had a exchange of art and ideas on the iphone.
She was at the Art Institute.
Because she wanted to make me smile,
she sent a picture of this.
I am very fond of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.
I wrote to Emma:
Thank you! I love that little Frenchman!
Seriously. Who would paint a turquoise face?
She wrote back:
Impressionists! Looking at
a van gogh with a green sky...
it's all about what they want you to feel,
it's almost-reality. but not.
What they want you to feel...
I really am shallow and don't think like an artist.
I think like a photojournalist.
Not many people think like artists.
I like impressionist art so much because they make the ordinary, beautiful.
Like Cassat with her simple children's paintings.
To that I agreed:
That's me. The magic of ordinary days....and people.
Perhaps I will asprire to be an photojournalist in the impressionist style.
Or just someone who loves pretty.
A simple eye...that likes pretty and happy.
Definitely NOT an artist....unless making you feel happy counts.
An ordinary morning...in the garage...squatting, with a heavy backback.
Encourage one another,
Never before shared on blog.
I mean. Why would I want you to feel sad?
my idea of impressionistic photojournalism...
love this picture of Emma.
At the ranch. 2009