November 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
I have always had some sort of passion for art – whether it’s painting, singing, dancing, playing an instrument, etc. My dear mother is an artist and she definitely had a large influence on that. About half way through my college career I began to have a true, deep passion for art, specifically modern art history. I’m not about to go change my major and become an art curator (well not yet, maybe in a few years) because I do love athletic training. But if I were to have this kind of passion when I was in high school, I might be going down a different path right now.
I haven’t had the opportunity to really indulge in my passion for the arts in awhile, with the exception of the last few weeks. I have been listening to classical music, researching artists, and exploring new pieces to play on the piano (gotta wait till I’m home to play them though!) I began to think of my absolute favorite pieces of art – which is an absolutely impossible task. So instead I will show you a few pieces of work that have, at one point, changed my life.
1. Joseph Martin’s “The Awakening”
First, it took me forever to find a version that was at least adequate. I wanted to find The Sounds of America performance, but it’s no where to be found and I can’t post it from my computer. This version is fine, but just isn’t what I really wanted.
I had the privilege of singing this song my sophomore year of high school with the greatest group of people imaginable. It was a great year for our choir and when our spectacular director told us we were doing this piece hearts broke across the room. We worked so hard that semester on every piece and the final performance left a lasting legacy. This will forever make me miss my high school choir and everything that came with it. Thank you to every person in SWHS 2007 Concert Choir and Mrs. Erika Mckee for making it so memorable.
2. Beethoven’s Sonata no. 8 in C Minor Op. 13 1st Movement “Sonata Pathetique”
My senior year of high school I had an independent study in piano and focused on this piece. I wish I was more driven during my senior year (I just wanted to get out of there!) because I am still, 3 years later, still working on it. Beethoven is an utter genius; hearing anyone play this song melts my heart and throws me into a fit of jealousy because my fingers can’t keep up. The changes from minor to major keys are stunning and take my breath away.
3. Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major
This piece makes me speechless. I will be close to tears every single time I hear this song. And no one plays it quite like Yo-Yo Ma does.
4. Jackson Pollock’s “Number 13A: Arabesque”
I saw this in the Yale University Art Gallery and I cried. I’m not kidding. This man can paint and it moves me. I’ve spoken about him before so I won’t go into too much detail. The mere fact that he can evoke such emotion with splatters of paint on a canvas is astounding.
5. Picasso’s “Blue Nude”
My parents had purchased a copy of this painting to hang in our house and ever since they showed it to me I fell in love. It’s so simple and beautiful and understated. Yes, Picasso, you are awesome.
6. Degas’ “Little Dancer”
I have also had the privilege of seeing this masterpiece in person. As a dancer, I am so drawn to Degas’ work. His paintings are just as beautiful but this piece of work just resonates with me. I love how he takes such a dainty subject and gives it a rugged edge and yet it’s still so graceful. Bravo.
Give me two more weeks and I could come up with a more adequate list, but this is what I’ve got.
June 12, 2011 § Leave a comment
Not a real word, I know. But it sounds so much better than “being alone.” I’ve noticed lately that I really treasure my alone time (you know, that 50 minute drive to work). Sharing a room, I don’t have my own space to just “be”. Most of the time, I’m not looking to be alone so I can work on something or do anything, I just want to sit down, put on some music and just be. I get overdosed on people and just need some time to not be near anyone. at all. I’m not upset with anyone, I’m not in a bad mood, there’s nothing terrible going on in my life. I just want to be alone.
Last weekend, I had the pleasure of going to the Baltimore Museum of Art to see my 9 year old cousin’s work of art. I was so proud of him – he is quite the artist. He was beyond excited to show me his piece. And his twin brother was equally excited for him. Such a great pair of brothers. Well after we ventured through the large exhibit of student artwork (unfortunately, temporarily replacing the impressionists exhibit – my personal favorite), we took the opportunity to take a quick look at the rest of the museum. I absolutely love art museums. I honestly could spend all day walking through the rooms filled with paintings and portraits. And I’ve decided that, like my mother, the BMA is my favorite.
I realized that my “place of alonement” is the BMA. Or any art museum for that matter. The contemporary art exhibit was a perfect place in which to spend hours upon hours upon hours. It’s the perfect floor plan to wander around and gaze at the paintings on the wall as you walk through the sculptures placed in their specific places in the center of the room. When you first walk in Edgar Degas’ “Little Dancer” is sitting to left. Just beautiful. Degas had such a way to make something graceful look slightly rugged and yet stunningly beautiful. I’m wandering through each small room stopping every couple of steps to lose myself in the colors and paint strokes on the canvas. All the while this song is playing in my head and my mind and heart are at peace.
I don’t really like being with people while in a museum. I’m not big on stopping at a work of art and comparing the colors and shapes to the dysfunction of society and government. Or chatting about the modernism mixed with classic cubism and how the strokes of paint symbolize the distress of the artist. How bourgeois. I just want to look at the painting, enjoy the painting, appreciate the painting, silently, and move on.
A lot of times that how I feel about my alonement. I just want to enjoy it, appreciate it, revel in it, and move on.
January 12, 2011 § 1 Comment
So much truth in that statement. My mother and I watched a movie this afternoon (go figure) entitled Pollock chronicling the life of the famous artist Jackson Pollock. My mom’s an artist, so I’ve had the pleasure of growing up knowing all about the art world – who painted what, why certain artistic works were more controversial than others. My favorite painter is, without a doubt, Jackson Pollock. I recently went to New Haven and had the pleasure of seeing the Yale art gallery, which has an original Jackson Pollock piece. I turn the corner and see it hanging alone on the wall, completely free – no frame no glass just a canvas. Something about the colors and constructed chaos in his work just makes me cry. The texture and depth to his pieces are remarkable. If you ever have a chance to see an original piece of his I highly suggest you run to the nearest gallery to look at it. I tried to find a clip from Mona Lisa Smile which has a beautiful scene where Julia Roberts takes her art students to see one of Pollock’s original paintings. The music and overall feel of complete awe is really moving. However, I only found this picture. And if you could see this picture up close you would see that the paint is nearly an inch thick on the canvas – incredible. And addition to telling you that you need to see a Pollock piece in person, unconstrained by glass I’m also telling you that if you have any interest in art (or a woman’s place in education) then you should watch Mona Lisa Smile, it’s a stellar flick. Gotta put my movie plug in there somehow :)