Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Michaelangelo to Blub: Art Speaks

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection. 
– Michaelangelo


I was humbled, inspired – and a bit overwhelmed – by the art we saw on our recent trip to Italy. At every turn, in every town, I was greeted with magnificent works: the architecture, frescos, mosaics, sculpture, calligraphy, drawings. We saw masterpieces by Michangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, Bellini, Giotto, Botticelli, and dozens more. We saw the finest examples of Italian art from Roman to modern.

Many of the artworks I saw, I knew from student days. But seeing them live, up close, was a whole different experience. The sheer scale and power fired my imagination in a way that seeing reproductions in a book could never do.

Let's take Michaelangelo's David, for example. The 14-foot gleaming white marble statue stands under a skylight in Florence's Galleria dell'Accademia. Begun in 1501 when Michaelangelo was only 26 years old, it is perhaps the most well-know sculpture in the world. In its presence, I was awe-struck.


He is evidently a very popular fellow. I saw other "Davids" in and around Florence. Just outside the Galleria dell'Accademia is a contemporary David, entitled "Hero," by acclaimed Italian architect and designer Antonio Pio Saracino. (I understand that another version of this sculpture can be found in Bryant Park in NYC – check it out, Mary!) 


And in the Piazza della Signoria, in the exact spot where the original used to be, is a full sized copy.


On our last day in Florence, we hiked up to the Piazzale Michelangelo, which offered a great view of the city – and a copy of Michaelangelo's David, made out of bronze, not marble. 


Of course, I also found Davids at every souvenir stand. For a mere 15 euros, you too can have a David sculpture. Or maybe you would prefer an apron? or boxer shorts? or maybe a jig-saw puzzle?


The other art that particularly caught my eye in Florence was a series of street art, printed and pasted onto gas boxes (never building walls) by a mystery artist known only as Blub. He (or she) recreates iconic images, dressing them in scuba and swim gear. The project is known as L'arte Sa Nuotare or Art Knows how to Swim. Blub uses water as a symbol of the obstacles in life and to illustrate that art survives and swims on regardless of whatever else happens. You can follow this project on Instagram or check out this Youtube segment.

It was great fun to walk around Florence and spot Blub's work. Here's what I found:


I found these works to be full of humor and meaning. I think there is a fine line between legitimate (if still illegal) street art and graffiti. 

Who knows, perhaps in five centuries or so, these may be among the finest works of art in Florence's Uffizi Gallery. So, what about you? What art speaks loudest to you? The classical pieces or the newest new thing? Do tell.













Monday, July 13, 2015

Farm Dover's First Artist in Residence: Dudley Zopp

My paintings reflect my interest in geological processes and cultural histories of place.
Earth as a material substance has always captivated me and I have learned that each location
has its particular geological significance that determines the way its inhabitants live their lives.
Dudley Zopp


Something exciting happened at Farm Dover last month and I have not yet told you about it. Ed and I hosted our first Artist in Residence. Our friend – and acclaimed artist – Dudley Zopp came for a week of study, sketching and watercolor blocking of landscape perspectives here at Farm Dover. (For those of you who are long-time readers of this blog,  you may recall that Ed, Jack and I went to New York City back in 2011 to see Dudley's exhibit at Coleman Burke Gallery.)


Dudley slept in the cottage and worked long hours on her art each day. She'd come up to the house for meals and small breaks – but most of the time, I'd see her sitting on a five-gallon plastic bucket out in the middle of a field, sketching or painting away.


Dudley currently lives in Maine, but is originally from Kentucky. Her goal for this residency was "to look at my native landscape through the lens of twenty years in New England."


She did a similar residency in Farnese, Italy, which provided inspiration for a series of paintings she calls Sight Lines. She is hoping to produce a companion body of work based on her sketches of Farm Dover.

Here are a couple of her Sight Lines paintings, inspired from her Italian residency.



I left a small stack of books in the cottage and Dudley was taken with a line from Wendell Berry's: Fidelity. Hannah is talking about Nathan (her husband) and says: "You never felt, looking at him, that he had left something somewhere beyond the cleared fields that he would be bound to go back and get." Says Dudley: "It's that feeling of something either left behind or waiting ahead for me, that defines both the paintings and a lot of the places I've chosen to dig into."


I was fascinated to hear her talk about her work. The last day that she was here, she shared pages from her sketchbooks with us and talked about her process for collecting the information that she needs to go back to her studio and create works in oil on paper or linen. She took photos, made sketches with notes, and captured scenes in small watercolors.


I can't wait to see the paintings from her time here. It pleases me to no end to think that Farm Dover provided inspiration to such a talented artist. I'm hoping she will discover that she needs to come back for more material. If so, a residency is waiting for her...



Friday, February 13, 2015

Walter White Lives On at Farm Dover

The kids got Ed and me hooked on the TV series Breaking Bad, which is the story of a chemistry teacher (Walter White) diagnosed with a terminal lung cancer, who teams up with a former student to cook and sell crystal meth. Last summer, we watched all 62 episodes over a period of a couple of months. It kept us on the edge of our seats and when it was over, we were exhausted.

Spoiler alert: In the final episode Walter White dies. But, I'm happy to report that he lives on at Farm Dover. I selected the portrait of Walter White to frame from the paintings that Jack did and gave me for my birthday.

I hung it today in our loft. (There it will stay unless Mary talks me into sending it to her for her Brooklyn apartment.)


On a lighter note, I also framed the painting of the bird and bug. It makes me smile every time I see it.