A few years back, I spotted a painting at the Paris Market in Savannah. It was a very large canvas - probably six feet tall - of the back of a woman dressed in a ballet costume. It sounds cheesy, but only because my description is beyond lame. It was gorgeous, ethereal, and I wanted it with my whole being. Despite being the work of a SCAD student, we couldn't swing the price tag, and it would have done it a huge disservice to strap it to the roof of our VW Corrado.
Still, it haunted me. Still does.
I searched the artist online, but never found anything. I've since forgotten his/her name, but never that painting. That's why you should hock things to buy art that speaks to you.
I've found similar attempts, but nothing that makes my heart skip the same way.
Then I saw this...
Still, it haunted me. Still does.
I searched the artist online, but never found anything. I've since forgotten his/her name, but never that painting. That's why you should hock things to buy art that speaks to you.
I've found similar attempts, but nothing that makes my heart skip the same way.
Then I saw this...
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5 comments:
agreed! get it when you see it!
That looks 3-d. Is it an actual ballet skirt attached to a canvas? If so, that rules!!
oh man!! what a tragedy. i feel your pain.
perhaps if it was meant to be it will pop up somewhere someday..
i hope so.
Oh that's the worst- I'm crossing my fingers that you find something you love just as much! I adore that piece you showed in the post- the dark background makes it so stunning- DIY perhaps??? Love it.
"That's why you should hock things to buy art that speaks to you." WORD!
I totally agree. There are only a few missed purchases in this life that still haunt me -- one particular memory is of two small Orientalist portraits at the Bazaar in Istanbul.
In retrospect, they weren't that expensive and were small enough to fit in a carry on. A couple of bare areas on my walls glare at me each time I pass now.
Dammit....
Alcira
nerochronicles.com
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