” Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.” – Claude Monet
I like to say that I am interested in art in all of its forms, and that I understand it, but that’s not the truth. One form that I always had problems with would be painting and drawing. Taking a look at the art of eras like the Bauhaus or the Expressionism has always made my head spin, trying to unlock the details and understand the meaning behind the painting and the other. The modern art is an absolute no-no to me.
What fascinated me truly was however paintings from the renaissance, the portraits of people, the way every painting told a story that you choose to either believe or not, it always accrued to me that somehow the figure being painted was nothing but an imaginary person.
I am also much attracted to paintings of the nature, my all time favorite artist of this field would be the french Claude Monet, who was also the founder of the french Impressionism. I have read a book when I was a child that’s called Linnea in Monet’s garden. And I remember that since then I have always wanted to own a painting of his. That book showed me beautiful strokes of Monet’s brush on the canvas, strokes that looked random to me but made the most alluring pictures of nature. There’s one particular set of paintings by Monet that can never leave my mind, he invested in a small land turning it into a Japanese influenced water garden, he added lilies, built a bridge and started painting the scene. Now, the most astonishing thing about his set of paintings of this bridge ( 12 paintings to be exact ) is that Monet has started to lose his eyesight at that time, each painting is different than the other, you can clearly see the world from a man’s point of view who is losing his eyesight, I felt a bit of sorrow with every painting of that bridge, a place so dear to his heart that he kept painting over and over even with such poor eyesight. The worst thing for a painter is to lose his eyesight, and the worst thing for a writer is to be paralyzed and unable to move from bed, exactly like what happened to Heinrich Heine who called the bed his coffin.
I also remember waiting for at least an hour to visit the museum of paintings in München (Munich) only to see the paintings of der blaue reiter ( the blue rider ), my father told me that they are showcasing these paintings, I – and my very poor knowledge with painting – thought that der blaue reiter is a name of a painting in particular, I spent the time looking all over the museum searching for this painting, only to realize in the end that der blaue reiter is actually a name of an art movement, and until this day I am not able to understand it.
Another artist of my favorites is Otto Dix, the German painter that is famous of his harsh realistic view of the Weimar society in Germany and war, I got to know about this artist in my History class, an artist that I am sure many people wouldn’t take his form as an art, but an ugly look to reality. I personally was fascinated by his work. Dix’s job wasn’t to make things look beautiful, he didn’t pick themes like love or passion to work on, what beauty can you show in war or the way people truly treated each other at that time? Sure, you can find a thing or two, but to me that is just a way to turn the blind eye to reality. Dix lived in a hard time and faced many problems with his work, but to me he is a true inspiration. Two paintings of his captivated me, which were Die großstadt (the big city ) and die Journalistin ( the journalist ), in the big city is clearly to see the contrast between the levels of people in the big city, you can clearly see the rich and poor, looking at the details, the smallest ones, even the dog in the corner, the difference between the female’s outfits in the two sets, that all gives you information on who or what and from where do they come from. His other painting (the journalist) is famous for showing the way females turned in the Weimare era, it was based on the journalist Sylvia von Harden, now, we don’t know if she really looked like that and that’s why she inspired him, but you can also here witness the details in the work, the small section of her thighs that is exposed, the eye wear that she has on that was at that time only a privilege to men, the smoking and ring, even Sylvia’s job! Journalism at that time was only for men, All signs that show us how women became, how they rebelled against society. Monet and Dix, two different examples of two views on life.
Painting 1: The Japanese bridge series by Claude Monet – posted only 4 of them his first and last –
The Japanese bridge by Claude Monet
Painting 2: Die großstadt ( the big city ) by Otto Dix
Painting 3: Die Journalistin ( the journalist ) by Otto Dix