While checking out homepages of others in the initial creation of mine, I stumbled over some amazing things, but I guess the best discovery for me was a wonderful piece of art by Wassily Kandinsky. In internet-researching for more of Kandinsky's work (and I found a lot), I discovered another artist whose work I relate to on a deep level--Edward Hopper. Of course I had seen his work Nighthawks before, but in exploring his other work, I found a sense of isolation/desolation/alienation that sticks to my ribs. I've tacked on the first wonderful Kandinsky that I found in my internet wanderings and provided links below to what I liked best of both artists. I know they don't seem related, but that hasn't prevented me from appreciating the work of both. Sorry, I'm not a simple, cut-and-dried, one-art-style woman.
I don't know about anyone else, but I'm sorta seeing Mr. Potato Head (left bottom foreground) playing miniature golf (windmill on the right?) on a summer evening, perfumed with the scent of orange-blossoms, in Florida (I believe that's a lemon at the top and a pink grapefruit in the middle). I COULD BE WRONG. But what does it matter? To me, the picture is a joy to behold, see what you will.
I'm not at all knowlegeable about art and Kandinsky is a new discovery for me. And as with all new discoveries, if I like, I obsess. I like Mr. Potato Head Playing Miniature Golf enough that I went out on the web and located some more Kandinskys that bring great pleasure to my life. Actually, I've discovered that the name of Mr. Potato Head is Im Blau (In The Blue) (1925). I've put up a link below to the works of Kandinsky that I found and liked. What a joy it is discovering art again, something I really haven't thought much about since I was in my twenties and convinced that I had to learn everything there was to know about art because I, too, was destined to be a great artist. No, I wasn't, although, as previously confessed, I certainly had the temperament for it (what child doesnt?), but I did enjoy drawing and my aunt still has a surprisingly accurate if artistically meritless oil portrait hanging in her house that I painted of my grandfather when I was in junior high school. Additionally, a treasured objet in my home is the framed pen and ink drawing below which I did of Brian May in the 70's or whenever it was that I was a hopeless Queen-iac (and, um, mea culpa, I still am).