John Singer Sargent
I popped into the Scottish National Gallery the other day and spent some time admiring this picture.
It is breathtaking. It is breathtaking because Sargent clearly loved his subjects and had a hugely flamboyant and bold brush. It is difficult to show this, but the real thing is, on close inspection, a series of broad, brave brushstrokes, light, careless and sublime. (You can enlarge the picture by clicking on it.)
I am going to try to get inspired enough to do a painting that pays homage to his mastery of the medium and his passion for women subjects (even though he was gay as a spoon).
Anyway, this is me, the real me, with one of mine in the background.
Thanks (I think) to Jim Baxter who has decided that this pic
has some relevance to this post.
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Thursday, October 01, 2009