Seeing original art, as an artist, is utterly mindblowing. you see, over the years I’ve carried with me mental images from the books I own and have learned greatly from them, often having certain pages from art books open next to me as I work, for inspiration. But nothing prepares you for viewing the real deal, especially when in the grand manner the paintings were done very large. But even when small, nothing beats an original painting.
I had the pleasure of visiting London again last weekend, my first time since 1998. At the time I saw the Tate (now known as Tate Britain), Leighton House, and other museums around England. but as I was there for other purposes, shall we say, I couldn’t indulge quite as freely as I might have. This trip was basically all about the museums.
It started again at the Tate. How can you pass up the chance of paying homage to the Lady of Shalott? Well, I couldn’t, though I’d seen her 8 years ago. And though there were tons of great things to see there, she remains a highlight. Millais’ Ophelia was also on view and it made for an interesting debate as to which was better.
I swear he used a 1-2" brush for most of it. of course it's 6.5' long
Actual overheard quote: "It's so beautiful I can't believe it," and that wasn't even me.
Sometimes humans make me proud.
One piece in particular was quite the gem. I’d never seen it nor heard of the artist before but Herbert James Draper’s Lament for Icarus was a stunner.
Why had I never heard of this artist before, but Blue Dog is everywhere?