So. That's my disclaimer of sorts for this post. Good writing-buddy friend, Heather Goodman is doing a monthly online festival of art and life. LOVE that idea! This month the medium is a piece of visual art that moved you.
What a wide open subject! So many pieces of art have moved me from the classical to the post-modern. From my own art to the art of my son. How do I pick?
The way I usually do. By going back to the first time I remember a piece of art moving me. I was about 8 years old and obsessed with gymnastics. We were visiting some good friends of our family up in San Francisco and he had a couple of LeRoy Neiman prints. I remember be astounded by all the colors Neiman used. That it wasn't at all like the kind of art I was used to seeing. I was fascinated.
One night we were wandering around downtown San Francisco and he and I ducked into an art gallery. This print was on the wall.
linkI don't know how long I stood there staring but apparently I was enraptured enough for the sales person to begin asking our family friend if he was interested in buying the print for "his little girl."
I had never seen anything that captured my emotions on so many levels. My love of gymnastics (I could do that exact move and I had blonde pigtails), the colors, the motion. All of it was taking me someplace I'd never been before. A place I couldn't begin to describe, but I knew I wanted to visit again and again.
Years later when I was in college I visited the home of a friend of a friend. They had several Neiman originals on the wall. I stood and stared for I don't know how long.
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Obviously, here it is. It was listed as scheduled, for some odd reason, but when I changed the post time it posted. Technology!
I can see why you love those colors. I'm a sucker for bright colors.
And how fun that your friends had pieces by him!
That is such an interesting painting. I can see why it captured a little girl's attention for so long.
Nice to meet you!
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