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May 07, 2005

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pissed off patricia

I would truly like to see a larger image of the painting. Is there one on the internet? Sweet Heretik, women can have lives filled with love, joy and happiness. It isn't all sad unless we allow ourselves to fall into the pit of sadness. Many of us have experienced tragedy, but it is a moment in time and then we move forward as much as we can. We may stay in that moment or we can leave it behind as we go ahead with some lesson learned. Sadness tests us and it's up to us whether we pass or fail.

Agitprop

I love the surrealist oddity of Salvador Dali. He was psychedelic long before the Sixties. I dig the contorted shapes of clocks melting in the mid-day sun, time oozing by ever so slowly.

fade2bluz

Hey, Joe…love your blog, Night Hawks…and


louise bourgeois

Form follows function.


Lizzy

Hmmm...what shall I call you?? An artist that moves me...why Georgia O'Keefe will always take away my sadness. I remember seeing her exhibit in DC.

Women are sad when their very soul is pierced.

And the happiness comes when I watch my daughter develop her talent in art and receive "Distinquished" in an Art Competition for NY State.

oldwhitelady

That painting is very nice. I really like it. As far as favorite painter, I sure don't know the names of them. Of course the truly famous are always remembered. However, there was a painting that my parents had, when I was growing up. We don't know what the name of it was - I'm sure it was just a reproduction, but it was lost when the house burned down.
It was of a young girl infront of a row of bushes or trees - I think they were flowering, but can't be sure. I think she had a bow in her hair. Does this strike anyone? Would you know the name of the artist or painting?

LJ/Aquaria

I'm an abstract expressionist fan myself (Kandinsky, Rothko, Klee, etc.). But if I must list a represenatational artist (zzz) whose use of light I admire, I would have to go with Fragonard's The Swing. I love that painting. Just look at how the light pours in on that sweet, frothy, but naughty girl kicking off her shoe at her lover, petticoats flying and exposing enough leg to be a bit shocking, but not too shocking. When I get that question of who I see in my mind when I think of myself, I'm always the girl in the swing,

samuel

Your comments on Hopper are catching and your point on the eternal suffering of women is touching. I see this too in my everyday life. Sensing my mother's heart cringing at the pain of her 9-5, and her lack of credentials always overshadowing her experience. I feel like I'm living for her sometimes. Just so she can feel like it was all still worth the suffering. I agree with Patricia in that we can experience something other than than an irrestibable melancholy but I disagree in that we should leave it behind. I see it differently, those harsh obstacles we encounter should always be overcome but we must also take those painful moments with us, so we never forget them. They become who we are.

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