On May 23rd, I posted an Ellen Bass poem with a copy of one of my favorite Matisse paintings, Open Window at Collioure. Today I actually saw the painting! I stood right in front of it, the window and the ocean and the boats and the green and the sky. The pinks and the blues made me tear up a bit. Here it is, straight on.
I went with Henry to check out the brand new Van Gogh to Kandinsky show at LACMA -- one of those blockbuster big-city art shows that's only bearable if you go on a Member's Preview day. This is a Gauguin:
I was struck, as always, by the excessive flesh of the women of the time, by how lovingly and reverently they were painted. No sinew or muscle or abs of steel. Dang. I was born in the wrong century.
I rounded a corner and caught, from the corner of my eye, Van Gogh's Wheat Field with Reaper and Sun. That definitely brought tears to my eyes. I didn't take a photo -- but I did walk back and look at it for a second time, along with the Matisse. I don't know very much -- o.k., anything, really -- about art, but certain paintings move me to distraction, and this is one of them. Here's a copy from the internets:
The yellows, the green, the sun, the man's sickle and green clothes, that strip of blue mountain -- magnificent.
It's been a stressful, hairy two days and I was upset with myself for having reserved my two tickets (free with membership) for this afternoon, but I'm so glad that I went. Strolling around these paintings, listening to the murmurs of appreciative visitors and basking in color and vision -- it was just the thing to dispel some of that hair.